the story of a formite?
She Whispered in My Ear
TRR -- Friday, 9 September 2005, at 7:40 a.m.
It was a summer ago; I was starting to believe that being a bachelor was what my life was going to be. Then one evening I was introduced to love, and there was something about her that grabbed my attention and made it so I couldn’t take my eyes and thoughts off of her. I asked her if we could be friends, and she agreed. We spent time together talking about nothing, and laughing about everything. Our two hearts and souls danced with the stars under the moonlit nights, and feelings grew as we went for drives and enjoyed the comfort of each others companionship. Then one day love whispered in my ear and said “Let Me Love You”, and awoke my cold heart. This blew me away, for I had started to believe that my life as a bachelor was over for good. I agreed, and showed her the same love she showed to me. Her love had given me wings, so that I might fly beside her high in the sky. We soared through the sky together for months that felt like years had past. Our love became dreams and desires of the purest form, and flowed through us like a never ending ocean for everyone to see. We continued to grow with our love, and dreams becoming goals and priorities. Everything was perfect for we appreciated and respected each other, and felt the love from each other in the simplest of flirts and funny faces. But then I began to back pedal and stumble, until I fell. Not understanding why this was happening to me, I started to form a cocoon around me. I had begun to change, and wrapped myself into a cocoon of development for I was maturing to a new level. At the time all of this was happening I lost sight of the fact that love still needed me, and while she asked what was happening, I had no answer, for I was lost in the misunderstanding. She felt hurt and that I was pushing her away, when I was blind to the fact that all she needed to hear and know was that she was still loved. The changes continuing on; wondering if it would end; put a burden on our love for each other. She began to feel lonely and unwanted, and I was to blind and deaf to see or hear her cry for me. I had no idea what I was developing and maturing into, but felt sad for I couldn’t give her the answers she needed to heal her pain. The pain became to strong and broke her spirit, and I had not emerged from my cocoon with answers for her. The decision was made to let go of the love we had built and grown with, for the pain had become unbearable. So we took our separate paths wishing each other the best. Now I have emerged from my cocoon a month later, and understand clearly what I was developing and maturing into, but fear it is too late. I have developed and matured into someone that my dreams of a lifetime of love have become my ambition, and my love for her has become my energy and strength. If I could have only emerged from my cocoon sooner, so that I might have had the chance to put her fears and pain to rest, been able to catch every tear from her sadness, and reached out to hold her so she would never feel alone again. My time for that has passed me by, and now I sit alone and empty, scared to return to the life I felt dead from, for I felt alive with her love. Now I sit, looking out my window, wondering if I will hear love whisper in my ear again, and her love warm my heart and touch my soul. And that I might have the chance to turn to her and whisper in her ear “Let Me Love You for a Lifetime!” That I may once again be flying above the clouds with her by my side forever.
She Whispered in My Ear
TRR -- Friday, 9 September 2005, at 7:40 a.m.
It was a summer ago; I was starting to believe that being a bachelor was what my life was going to be. Then one evening I was introduced to love, and there was something about her that grabbed my attention and made it so I couldn’t take my eyes and thoughts off of her. I asked her if we could be friends, and she agreed. We spent time together talking about nothing, and laughing about everything. Our two hearts and souls danced with the stars under the moonlit nights, and feelings grew as we went for drives and enjoyed the comfort of each others companionship. Then one day love whispered in my ear and said “Let Me Love You”, and awoke my cold heart. This blew me away, for I had started to believe that my life as a bachelor was over for good. I agreed, and showed her the same love she showed to me. Her love had given me wings, so that I might fly beside her high in the sky. We soared through the sky together for months that felt like years had past. Our love became dreams and desires of the purest form, and flowed through us like a never ending ocean for everyone to see. We continued to grow with our love, and dreams becoming goals and priorities. Everything was perfect for we appreciated and respected each other, and felt the love from each other in the simplest of flirts and funny faces. But then I began to back pedal and stumble, until I fell. Not understanding why this was happening to me, I started to form a cocoon around me. I had begun to change, and wrapped myself into a cocoon of development for I was maturing to a new level. At the time all of this was happening I lost sight of the fact that love still needed me, and while she asked what was happening, I had no answer, for I was lost in the misunderstanding. She felt hurt and that I was pushing her away, when I was blind to the fact that all she needed to hear and know was that she was still loved. The changes continuing on; wondering if it would end; put a burden on our love for each other. She began to feel lonely and unwanted, and I was to blind and deaf to see or hear her cry for me. I had no idea what I was developing and maturing into, but felt sad for I couldn’t give her the answers she needed to heal her pain. The pain became to strong and broke her spirit, and I had not emerged from my cocoon with answers for her. The decision was made to let go of the love we had built and grown with, for the pain had become unbearable. So we took our separate paths wishing each other the best. Now I have emerged from my cocoon a month later, and understand clearly what I was developing and maturing into, but fear it is too late. I have developed and matured into someone that my dreams of a lifetime of love have become my ambition, and my love for her has become my energy and strength. If I could have only emerged from my cocoon sooner, so that I might have had the chance to put her fears and pain to rest, been able to catch every tear from her sadness, and reached out to hold her so she would never feel alone again. My time for that has passed me by, and now I sit alone and empty, scared to return to the life I felt dead from, for I felt alive with her love. Now I sit, looking out my window, wondering if I will hear love whisper in my ear again, and her love warm my heart and touch my soul. And that I might have the chance to turn to her and whisper in her ear “Let Me Love You for a Lifetime!” That I may once again be flying above the clouds with her by my side forever.
