Someone whom I greatly admired to the point of adoration.
Why can't you look at me and see beyond the blundering idiot? Sometimes I ask whether you will ever be able to see me for what I am and recognize me for what I am worth.
There were times when my dreams raged and consumed my soul but now, it is but the dying embers of a fire that once blazed so strongly I was afraid of getting you scorched.
Perhaps, I have been deceiving myself all along, trying to convince myself that someday, when we meet again, you would be able to turn your eyes towards me.
That your beautiful eyes would reflect me. That together, we will watch the coming of the dawn and at the end of the day, bid the sun farewell. That someday,
a child would bear your elegance and kindness and our names. That someday, once again, I will hold your hand and hold my promise true. That you will, in turn,
embrace me and love me. Yes, and love me.
When we meet again, will I be able to look at your eyes? Will I have the courage to read the truths reflected there?
Only you can save me from the wrongs I have committed. Only you can redeem me from the sins I enacted. Only the pure water poured from your hands will be able to cleanse my bloodstained hands. Only your beautiful smile can heal this wounded soul.
Oh! How hard it is to admit that after all these years of wandering, you are still in my heart!
I want to erase everything about you but I cannot and perhaps, I will never be able to.
I don't want to admit it. I want to deny it forever.
But thoughts of you won't let me.
May the soft breeze that plays with your countenance bring my message to you.
I love you.