As usual, these are not mine. They belong to Craig B. and I'm just borrowing them for a bit.
Part One
Loving Him
I watch him walk away.I always watch him walk away . The Fates find this cruel joke most amusing to them. That I am cursed to torture the one I most love.
He comes to me...always, his green eyes, so open and trusting. I should be able to tell him how I feel; that I love him, that I worship the ground he walks on.
I want to be with him. I want to marry him when we're older, to be the mother of his children. I want to hear the laughter of our grandchildren echo through the house we live in together.
I want to tell him that I want to be with him. That it doesn't matter what happened, what I do or what he does when we're older; my life means nothing without him in it.
How heartless and cruel is fate to place such deep feelings in the mind and body of a little ten year old girl. Feelings that drive her a little mad each and every day because she can't express them.
I should...but I can't. I see him and instead I insult him, bully him, tell him to get out of my face and leave me alone- all the while my mind is screaming for him not to listen to my words and stay.
He leaves...and I watch him leave. Cursed to keep loving him in silence.