A perfectly wonderful man stood in front of me, kissed me and told me he loves me. A lovely, hard working man, with strong, tough hands, a good, kind heart, beautiful hair and dreamy eyes stood in front of me and told me "I love you, Rikki". My eyes fell to the ground and I didn't feel what he spoke.
Am I broken? What's the matter with my heart and how do I fix it?
I have every reason to love this man. He's been one of my best friends for nearly ten years, he's always, almost, been there any time I called his name. As teenagers we'd spend hours hiking in the mountains, driving around the valley laughing together about anything and everything. He always appreciated me for exactly what I want and deserve to be appreciated for. He's given me gifts over the years that speak of my heart and to my soul more so than any one, ever. I've waited for the moment his courage would bring his lips that close to mine for TEN YEARS and when it finally happens, my heart stopped short of being swept off its feet. I just must be broken.
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