Category: Writers Block
I know you will never read this;
because you've taken your life.
But I've stayed with this for long enough;
I've kept this to myself; so I want to tell you, tell you my last words.
Maybe this could have prevented everything;
maybe not.
Either way;
I want to drop these last few letters,
into the ocean of life.
I forgave everything you did.
I only hope you forgave me too.
And from you, I learned the most valuable of lessons;
what true love is.
There is something men call passion;
it is nothing but nakedness and pain;
feelings that tomorrow;
may go down the drain.
Oh passion looks like love, with all its heat and intencity;
but it is like a vapor; or a fire;
because all fires run out.
True love is simple, wants nothing, expects nothing but love in return.
true love is your company by my side;
your embrace; your laughs, your teasing.
True love is the little stuff;
the camp fires, the jokes, the hugs, the pokes;
and always the simplicity of life.
No demands, no requests;
no heroics;
and no grandess;
simply you,
by my side, holding hands, laughing, teasing, poking;
playing games, watching movies, eating;
watching you beside me, watching you sleep, and breathing.
I never kissed you, and we never went beyond this;
but we didn't have to.
We didn't have to.
Because our emotion, our minds, and our hearts were one.
It took me 5 years, but from experience I learned.
What true love is.
It is something you feel, something you connect to and nothing more.
Nothing you say can change it.
I only hope that you are happy now as you were not on earth;
and I hope that one day, whatever turn we take,
whatever lies beyond this life, whatever that may require.
That we may meet one happy day, in paradise.
wow, this is beautiful. Sorry to hear that your boyfriend died.
Thanks, I appriciate it. *sad smile* Its my girlfriend in this case though.