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Sept. 5, 2004 You are all I want, you are all I need. I can hear those words echo through my head as I think of you. How long I have known you, and how little too. All I thought I saw was what everyone else saw, the quiet, stunningly handsome prankster who had slept with everyone, and who could do anything. As we grew up, and changed I watched you, I saw the pink hair, I saw the tattoos, I saw you change from the quiet to the bigger than life. I watched you through the girlfriends, and the fights, but I doubt you knew that I prayed the only way I knew how for you that you could come back from those fights, from all the scary, amazing things that you did. Then you went away as people tend to do. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, but I continued to pray for you the only way I knew how, and I thought of you often. Now and then I’d hear a whisper, a rumor that would I please not repeat of something else you has done, something else that had happened. The car accident scared me. You were hit by a car. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. But then, pure joy, you came back, and you were here. You had changed again too. Now you were thankful for the life that had been returned to you. You gave me advice about my boyfriend, you helped me set the stage for the school play, we wrote e-mails every night. And again you went away. And again I prayed for you the only way I knew how. I heard more rumors, I believed these no more than I believed the ones I had heard all my life. One day I drove past a place where you used to work. I spend the days that followed fantasizing about you, where you had journeyed, what wonderful adventures you had while you were gone. I drove into town, I had errands to run that day. I was thinking about you. I wonder where he is now I asked myself. The answer: you were standing right in front of me. A smile lights the vibrantly green eyes that I had so missed. A hug, a quick chat, exchange phone numbers. I was in shock for the rest of the day, I had found you again, you were here. That night, the phone rang, it was you, calling to keep catching up, to ask me out for the next night. Out we go, we talk about a million things, our mingled past, how we have changed, grown, been marked by our stressful lives. The spark that I had kept in my heart, but had never allowed grow burst into flame that night. After we went our separate ways that night you called me again. “I cut you off early, I wanted to know what you were going to say, because if its what I think you were going to say, than what I’m going to say will make perfect sense, if I’m wrong, I hope you will think about it anyway.” You confessed your feelings, the fact that the same spark I held so dear and been kept alive in your heart as well. What else could I say? I would follow you to the ends of the Earth, I’ve give my life for you, I would do anything to make you happy, and I hope you know that. Only one thing worries me, that I can’t see you the way I see other people. Most people are easy for me to read, easy to understand, I can’t gauge your reactions, I don’t know the right thing to say. I’m running head long into a blind fog. But I don’t care, I know that in that fog you are waiting for me, and that you do care for me. I have never felt this way about anyone before. I should be scared out of my mind, but somehow I know that there is nothing to fear. For the first time in my life, I am not afraid. ------------ About the author: Catherine hopes to become a author, and trys to write of things that touchs the heart and soul. Email: rumpleteaser0697@yahoo.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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