I knew from the first time I heard your heartbeat that you would be mine and I would be your last. So, at the end of the day, I’m not interested in being your first or one of the many that came after. Because everytime I look in your eyes,every time I catch you starting…
I appreciate the little things, The little things, That turned into big things. The little joke, That turned into years of laughter, The little smile, That never left thereafter. The little hug, That turned into a warm embrace, The little “hi”, That turned in to conversation for days. The little look, That turned into an…
I haven’t cried for you, I haven’t shed a single salty tear. I haven’t spent nights curled up on the floor, With my own whimpers piercing through my ears. I haven’t cried for you, Not for a moment, not a single day. But not because my heart didn’t break Not because I didn’t care, Not…
When all the damage done by all the years spent living in the moments in which we live starts to subside;
To return to the ability to trust as delicately as with the innocence of a child,
Maybe then we’ll scream… love!
So… if words would suffice,
I’d write you a letter,
A maybe a sonnet or two.