YOU
Recently…
I finally realized…
That I’ve been writing…
To YOU…
For YOU…
And about YOU…
For a very long time.
I usually don’t have much
patience but here I am, waiting for YOU to stop being afraid that I might not
be everything YOU see in me. I told YOU once that if you could read my mind,
YOU would be either hopelessly confused or, in love with me from now until YOUR
last days. Sometimes it feels like this is OUR last chance so I hope the last
part is true because I’ve never wanted to confuse YOU.
Even though YOU won’t tell me, I
feel as if YOU really do understand parts of me that no one else does. YOU are
the only one who is willing to tell me when I’m going against the core of who I
really am. YOU’VE never apologized for telling me the truth as you see it and
YOU never will. YOU don’t make me feel guilty for being me, or thinking the way
I do. That’s why I can be completely open and honest with YOU.
I’ve spent too much time
thinking about what could have been. Maybe if I had said everything I should have
said while in YOUR presence…things might have been different. I feel like the
clock keeps ticking ruthlessly and I feel like time is against me but before it
runs out, I want to make sure I show YOU how I feel. YOU once said that what’s
supposed to be will be and I trust the truth in that. The universe will sort
out the rest. There were times when I believed that YOU might be the one to
finally show me how it’s supposed to feel when it’s real.
And even if WE never become what
we could be…
I hope YOU still smile whenever
YOU think of me…
Because I know I’ll smile every
time I think about YOU…
From now until I’m gone…
But I want YOU to know…
That if I had it MY way…
YOU’D be sitting in my lap with
YOUR arms around me while I write these chapters…
And as soon as I’m done…
YOU’D give me more to write
after everything we’d say and do for the rest of the night.
In the meantime…
I’ll just keep writing these
love letters masquerading as books.
P.S., YOU’RE still my muse.
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