It’s so sad that some of the loveliest and kindest people dislike themselves a lot
I should have realized when I first walked up to you and briefly looked into your eyes. Instead of seeing you, I performed my little heart out at the sight of someone so beautiful that I wanted you so badly to like me. It worked and I would ended losing contact altogether but never forgot about your for those few months inbetween. I was betwixt, daydreaming, and wondering what it would be like seeing you again out of supposed necessity but honestly wanting nothing more than being locked in a gaze.
I came searching with a mind lit up like stars in the midnight sky and found a launchpad but no one near fit enough to land upon the moon I brought along to show you what’s on the inside. Out of the blue, there was a spaceship floating ever so closely and I found myself being boarded by a promise of love wrapped around someone’s wrist.
I should have known that when you said there others, people whos names you couldn’t remember, that I could be one some day. As your eyes fluttered off to heavens of skies I have never visited. You walked through a meadow, picking up flowers and dropping them as you went about your journey. Some you held on to tightly, others lightly, and some you only uprooted. The flowers that changed how you looked at felt about life must have been incredible but who would hold onto Roses with thorns. You ran through dandelions, lavender, and sunflowers but could never find the same touch as a Rose with no jagged edges.
I had myself prepped up, almost standing on top a rock, wanting to be grazed by your touch. You picked me, twirled me around the air, cradled me in the palm of your hands, and whispered sweet nothings into my ears. What I felt was soon to be a journey was stopped abruptly and called nothing more than a trip. I had waited too long and told myself everything would be ok one day.
But it looks like one day may not be coming but “soon” is. I hate endings, not knowing is terrible, but it’s sometimes not knowing that else is in store makes the heartfelt risk worthy of being tried.