Your stomach knots up and
your world spins in different directions.
You anticipate your next meeting and
the words that long to come out are not what you have rehearsed.
Love;
that is what happens when it knocks on your door.
To see him from the distance and
the sound of his voice transcends you to another life.
The stars in your eyes shine brighter and
the butterflies within you
wanting to burst out.
Love;
that is what happens when it knocks on your door.
Rain drops on my window sill
drip, drop, drip, drop and
the sound is so deafening to my ears
weakening my knees and
the fear of what is yet to come
My heart is pounding
as the end reaches its final roar.
The rain is not fading like I thought,
but regaining its strength,
getting ready
to demolish the skies.
The fog is thick,
smoky,
cold and
unwanted,
as the terror waits in the abyss of the night.
Lately I’ve been uninspired
my love for writing not diminishing but placed on hold.
I’ve had so much on my plate;
but now I’m back and so I write this about you,
my number 1# fan.
You know who you are.
In the little time we’ve known each other
I’ve grown to love you
I love you more than you will ever know
and the years feel like a blur.
I will miss you,
everything about you.
I will miss your laughter,
your smile,
the stories,
the cooking
and I can’t forget
the cocktails (LOL).
You came into my life like a breath of fresh air and I will breathe you in as long as I have the ability to do so.
I love you…you know who you are
MY NUMBER 1# FAN.
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