wow
i found this in my coreal word perfect..i wrote it a couple months ago..i like it.
Okay it’s time to write this down. Maybe then I’ll get some peace. I want to write about
love. Love that I had that ran away from me over and over again. Every time it would fall I
would try to catch it but it slipped through my fingers like sand. Beautiful, pure, breath-taking
sand.
I can’t explain all the ways I loved Nick. I wouldn’t do all of them justice. What I felt
when I was with him was nothing like I had felt before. It was new. It was liberating. It was
different. Sometimes when he held me I would literally find it hard to breath. Every moment
that we were together I wanted to be there for him. Him being mine was motivation enough to
get out of bed every morning. If I ever lost him, I wouldn’t know where to turn.
Well, I lost him. Over and over again. Every time I found the strength within me to live
and to try again, knowing what the result would be. People live their whole lives trying to find
love like what we had. I feel lucky to have found it so quicky. But I grieve with every fiber of
my being that I lost it so quickly.
We would lay on his bed, kissing and sort of watching the movie on his TV. I remember
one day in particular when we were kissing, I had my eyes closed, and I suddenly saw us at our
wedding. It was the happiest feeling I have ever experienced. When we pulled away I smiled
wide and he insisted that I tell him what I was smiling about. When I finally worked up the
nerve, he said he could feel it too. He asked me if I really wanted that and I said yes. “Will you
marry me?” Those are the words that rolled off his tongue with such ease. “Someday,” I said.
Little did I know, I was lying to myself and him.
I would kill for that moment.
Okay it’s time to write this down. Maybe then I’ll get some peace. I want to write about
love. Love that I had that ran away from me over and over again. Every time it would fall I
would try to catch it but it slipped through my fingers like sand. Beautiful, pure, breath-taking
sand.
I can’t explain all the ways I loved Nick. I wouldn’t do all of them justice. What I felt
when I was with him was nothing like I had felt before. It was new. It was liberating. It was
different. Sometimes when he held me I would literally find it hard to breath. Every moment
that we were together I wanted to be there for him. Him being mine was motivation enough to
get out of bed every morning. If I ever lost him, I wouldn’t know where to turn.
Well, I lost him. Over and over again. Every time I found the strength within me to live
and to try again, knowing what the result would be. People live their whole lives trying to find
love like what we had. I feel lucky to have found it so quicky. But I grieve with every fiber of
my being that I lost it so quickly.
We would lay on his bed, kissing and sort of watching the movie on his TV. I remember
one day in particular when we were kissing, I had my eyes closed, and I suddenly saw us at our
wedding. It was the happiest feeling I have ever experienced. When we pulled away I smiled
wide and he insisted that I tell him what I was smiling about. When I finally worked up the
nerve, he said he could feel it too. He asked me if I really wanted that and I said yes. “Will you
marry me?” Those are the words that rolled off his tongue with such ease. “Someday,” I said.
Little did I know, I was lying to myself and him.
I would kill for that moment.