16 years ago, I met someone.

I will never forget the first time I saw him, though for years I had let the memory tuck itself in a quiet spot, deep in my heart.

His hair was dark and thick, his eyes as deep and the shade of many oceans, with the reflection of blue skies therein.

I knew when I saw him that I would always love him. I didn't know just how much, or the sum of years it would take to accept it.

He is as beautiful now as he ever was..

My communication skills, those which deal with the revealing of my heart, are disfigured, glitchy. I want him to know my heart, but the words get stuck in my throat.

I don't know if he wants to or cares to hear, but I'm not sure he doesn't.
My thought processes are in eternal battle. Meh...

tormentbynite tormentbynite
31-35, F
Aug 25, 2014