[part of the bouquet he sent me on my birthday]I was twelve.
I saw him everyday on the way to school. And back.
My day wasn't complete unless I caught a glimpse of him somehow.
He was different. Older. Unruly hair. Shirt untucked.
Grey trousers with white stripes - unlike the uniform black of the other boys.
For two years, we spoke only with our eyes.
Then, one evening he rang me.
And we haven't stopped speaking since.
He is the only one who truly understands my words, my moods, my silences.
I only wish he was here with me now, rather than miles away.
Without him, I am only half complete.
10 comments:
oh, sweetie - I'm sorry you're missing your sweetie. the flowers are just gorgeous though
I hope you are reunited sometime...sometime soon, or at least just sometime...take care...
such gorgeous flowers.. being apart hurts... if only i didn't know this all too well... hang in there
The pain of separation, it will get easier, be kind to yourself. Beautiful flowers.
I am right there with you sweetie...it's not easy is it ?
mine will be home thursday...almost a month since we've been together....amazing how this time is flying, yet standing still at the same time !!
hugs to you....just remember....I know how you feel !
hi kamana! hope he returns soon! and i want to wish you a belated happy happy! thanks for playing along this month! sending you a big hug! jane
what a simple sweet love story with blissful flowers on your special day...I am so sorry you have to be apart, it really is a painful feeling....thinking of you and holding you up in my prayers this day!
It does make the heart grow fonder though, I've learned personally.
Brenda
May H return very soon...This of you you spoke with your eyes once-upon-a-time in the meantime... the eyes are the silent tongues of love, so Cervantes said :o) Being apart from one's love is never easy...Be kind to yourself and let the aiticIpaion of return be sweet. ((HUGS))
What a beautiful bouquet! He must miss you too. :)
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