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Just as the days grew so long that the hour was no longer a sufficient measurement for
the passage of time. Just as being in what I had imagined to be love, started to share
similarities with feeling out of love. You see... before you were gift wrapped and placed
into my arms. My heart conceived only the superficial notion of the actual identity
of infatuation. Before you my eyes were lies in the way they had never seen a truer beauty
than the features god chiseled into your exterior figure. I still remember how the wind behind
the words you whispered was soft enough to keep secrets. Strong enough to sweep me off
my feet and carry me to the edges of the rainbows I didn't know existed. Where in theory, I
could claim a treasure, so searched for, so invisible to those who weren't lucky enough
to be blessed with your presence. And just as quickly as you were my friend, you were
a stranger departing from my world without the proper farewell. I would've never thought
that I would be introduced to an angel. Twice. Yet here I am, standing before you again with
a jackhammered heart whose nervous shivering radiates through my limbs. The inability to
move accompanied by the inability to speak. But I swear I am completely conscious of the
famous feline that currently grasps the tip of my tongue. And as your eyes finally showed
evidence of playing back reminiscent memories of our friendship. You smiled. I bottled up
enough courage to say everything I ever wanted to say to you. While my mind stuttered attempting
to formulate a sentence that would've made a hell of a lot more sense my words stumbled
over one another. And you smiled. The wings of the butterflies in my stomach began to
ease their flutter. My eyes began to readjust to being exposed to perfection of this magnitude.
And as I reached out for your hand your image began to blend into the sunlight and as I
arose from my slumber, I realized being reunited with you was only a hopeless broken piece
of my imagination. But I figure... that one day, eventually, the angel that departed with
the ownership of my heart will once again return and relax her wings. Just long enough
for me to say. "I love you."