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It was fate to be introduced to your beauty. What thoughts have wondered in my mind, and those that has come true? What is life without those who mean so much to you? I stared or glanced at your eyes, the same ones that have captured my vibes.



I pondered much that my mind as gone numb. The kiss of your lips has me enslaved. The touch of you makes me go insane. I know I’m crazy, this much I agree. But what is crazy about you and me? Jealousy plays its role. I am jealous of those who talk to you, for I want that time too. I’m jealous of those who touch you, for I’m selfish, because I want you. I’m jealous about not having you closer than you appear. I want to brush my hands through your hair and hold you tight. I want to be the one who kisses you good night. I’m a fool to feel such a way. Knowing that you are a great distance away. You’re here now that I know, but soon you will be gone to a place I don’t know. I want to take this time to be with you, before it runs out. I want to have one more kiss before the kisses between you and I run out. I want to hold you until your time have come to go. I want to cry and wish God for some hope. Why do I keep this flame burning when it will be burnt out with your absence? If there was more time, maybe things could have been different. Time exists to those who wait for it to come. How long before I can see you again in my arms? Can I wait? Would it be too late? How? Where? What? Why? When? Runs through my mind. That’s my problem. I think too much. Thoughts of you have me blind, for I see nothing, but you in my life. Am wrong, for there is no right. I have promised to love someone else, but it seems that in time that will die. Why love when that even becomes a grave. Someone please show me the true meaning of love. I loved too many times and too many times I felt pain. Take my heart and bury it. It’s my funeral of love. I don’t want to love again…I fear abandonment. I don’t want to be left alone. It must be that. The fear of being alone. So I must feel obsessed. An obsession of being with someone for companionship. But not everyone I meet has that touch. The same one you have laid upon me. I remember the times we were together. It replays in my heart like a record playing the saddest song. It’s sad to know how far you are from me. It’s sad to know that we may never meet again. It sad to know that I have words I wish I can speak. What if there was a you and me? I would love you more than love has sets its limits. I would kiss you eternity. I would tell you jokes to hear you laugh, and to see your smile. I would touch you like you have never been touched before. You would hear good mornings from me with breakfast set on the table for you to eat. I would cook you dinner every night before you go to sleep. I would pick flowers from the garden of love for you to love. I would play music and dance with you like two flying doves. I would make love to you like you never thought love could be expressed. I will miss you. I will miss your grasp of your hand. I will miss waking you up at night to talk. I will miss climbing through windows just to know I have a place in your heart. I will miss the times you said “Don’t curse” because it’s wrong. No matter what happens in time. No matter what we will become in the future, promise me this: Promise to remember me when you feel sad. Promise that you will always think of me when you laugh and cry. Promise me that you will keep strong and love life. Promise me you will cherish what we had and keep it your heart. Promise me you will find me if we ever lose contact. Promise me to keep this passion alive. Promise me that we will always be together even in distance time.

To be Continued…