In the moments in which I doubt love can ever be; I still find it enlightening that I still care for someone. Shes like the very stone of our moon; at the day everyone ignores it. But I just tend to sit on the soft green grass, and wait until the night endovers. The moon is very beautiful on its own, special and unique. She is the same way. Except with a little more then a portrait of attraction. Shes sweet, caring and toughtful. Ive been in the wrong with her before, by that occasion I lost her. Still I sit here and fascinate her. She doesnt fascinate me as much as I do, but that will always be okay with me. Im responsible for what drove us apart. I take the punishment, yet, I pride to at least have her around my presence again. Im glad to still have the mobility to speak with her. Just one word she types or speaks. My heart is all pounding and racing. I will never stop thinking about her, shes all I do. As much as I tried to escape her gravity. I cant. I tried to move on and forget the impossible. However, the task at hand is difficult. It took me now to realize to what I lost. The only wish I desire now, is another shot on being hers. I stopped my negative emotions, my hatred by those whom hate me, will end here and now. The beginning has arrived; my beginning. I thank you, sweet and wonderful being. To have let me snap myself out of this false coma. I hope she sees this. I think she knows who she is. Ill wait for you. Ill try this time. I simply love you.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 21:54:36 +0000