Sigh...
Sigh.Where to start? It matters not.
We left off with your candy-apple smile making my heart pound, making my breath catch at the back of my throat. My hands are tingling still...I know I cannot be long for this world, for I shall surely die of happiness even as I recall that you are not mine, no, can never truly be my own.
But as I said, it matters not. Your friendship is all I need.
Yet have I even that? For have you not distanced yourself from me as the months wear on? Often you leave, returning to my side but briefly, and always you take my heart with you wherever you go, and when I smile these days, it is only because I'm remembering your candy-apple grin.
Cruel is your treatment of my poor heart...alas! If you only knew what I was suffering! But you cannot know, for I shall not tell you. It would not do for a lady to inform a gentleman eleven years her senior that she has fallen madly and hopelessly in love with him, with his shadow, with his hopes and dreams, with his sweet sticky smile.
You won my heart without entering the contest.
Thus, I know you'll never give it back.
Words by PoeticProcrastination
Read 688 times
Written on 2006-04-01 at 06:06
Tags Sighing 
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Inked. |
Inked. |
CherryFairy |
Zoya Zaidi |
SlipThruCracks |
lastromantichero |
Rik |