When you sent me that message yesterday I was floored. I couldn't believe what it was that my eyes were reading. Seven words, and my heart was set afire.
You sent me another message, that you wanted me to text you. It was then that I met it. As I tried to read the note on my phone it re-directed me to the facebook website, to your profile.
"In a relationship"
I was devastated. To be faced with the reality that someone else was holding your hand, touching your skin, seeing your skirls and tasting your lips was utterly heartbreaking. And to compound it all it was as though it being facebook official made it all the more real and significant.
My heart raced as I had known it to before when faced with a "fight or flight" situation, only instead of shaking (as I had whenever my heart raced to such a pace before) I couldn't catch my breath; I was breathing as though I had just finished a mile sprint.
Yet here I am. I still write these words because I promised you that I would. But even more than that I write these words because my heart wills me to. My brain tells me that it is therapeutic, that verbalizing what emotions and thoughts I have is a good way to address them. Yet my heart screams that it is for the faint hope that maybe somehow, someday I can vocalize my love in such a way that will bring you back into my life.
I can only follow the passion I feel in my heart, and I have never known it before I knew you.
It hurts to think about you. It hurts to miss you. It hurts to picture you in another's arms. But I cannot help but to do these things. No matter what pain I may feel it is drowned by the love which you inspire within me.
So here my heart stays, with you as it has been from the moment you captured it. My love for you only shines a light on how pathetic the words that describe it seem to be.
Yo te quiero mi amore. Je ne sais pas quoi d'autre je peut dire a cote de ca. C'est seulement que mon coeur n'est pas un coeur de tout sans toi.
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