Six years ago I was sitting outside at a party. I only knew two people there. Through a sliding glass door I saw a man so strikingly handsome I think I stopped breathing. That night I barely spoke to him, too busy convincing myself I wasnt pretty enough, wasnt smart enough, wasnt cool enough to convince him to see me the way I saw him. I broke that mans heart. Months later, filled with a desperate self preservation, I ended our relationship out of fear that he may begin to see me the way I saw myself. As years passed he remained beside me. No matter the pain in his own heart, caused by me, he went to the ends of the earth to bring home the horizon for me. He held my heart together when it was in pieces, he carried me forward through life when I was too weak to move, and he sat in my misery with me when I refused to leave my own hell. He watched another man break my heart, watched me fall to pieces the way he hasnt seen me do over him. He held his ego back as he reached forward everyday to comfort me. Hes told me he has scars on his face, but Ive never seen them. I only see him. He tells me has too much weight on him, but Ive never seen it. I only see him. He says he has regrets, and mistakes, and flaws in his wake. But I know nothing of these, because hes always done the right thing since Ive known him. He carries the burdens of others who are not strong enough to carry their own. If you see him, tell him Ill love him forever. Tell him... I would never have survived without him. Tell him I wouldve passed from this world years ago had he not been there to nourish me. Tell him I still see him through that sliding glass door, and he still looks flawless. If you see him, promise me youll really see him...
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 14:31:31 +0000
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