I hope you read this.
Met you in a place where beauty doesn’t thrive.
Yet there you were, in the darkness providing light.
So beautiful that the English language lacks the words to give an accurate description.
Unlike anyone I’d ever encountered instantly I had a new addiction.
A breath of fresh air to my air starved lungs.
I know we didn’t spend enough time
for me to develop any strong feelings.
I ask myself it couldn’t have been fake.
I felt the real thing.
You are special to me, through you a path to healing.
The thought of you has me pacing back and forth all accross the ceiling.
Then as quickly as it began it all came to a stop.
The truth came out and I had to let my hopes drop.
The way I was addressed made me feel betrayed. How could I have known that this is how you would behave.
Regardless of how things transpired. I want you to know you are thought of fondly. I want you to know there is no regret nor hard feelings.
I know there is outside influence factoring in your decision.
If he were gone I know where’d you’d be
that’s just what I envision.
I want to hold you.
To tell you.
To show you….
So that you may know how precious to me you are those few moments you let me hold you.
I know our story is not yet completed.
Chapter 1 is done.
Till next time…. keep reading.
By: Jose Serrano