I see him everyday, I watch as sparkling blue eyes light up and as bright blond hair blows in the wind.
Perfection.
The only word that begins to describe him.
I know are love is a sin ,but in this world was isn't?
Through this world that is dark beyond reason, I hear his voice.
If I was with him for one last moment maybe, just maybe, death would be less painful.To know what he really felt.I look back now and see every moment.
From the first time I laid eyes on you to the last time you blessed me with your present.
It's to late isen't it? It's funny , I would ,on my death bed at that, think about him like this. But hear I am, finally realizing one thing, seconds before death, and that one thing means the world to me.
Oh! How I wish I could have told him sooner. All I can do now is hope. Hope that he will be happy and fufill his dreams. And now,only now, I will rip down my ego.To cry and be happy.Happy for what I have descovered. I love him and that is true. And now whatt truly hurts is not death itself , but the fact that he will never know.