As people we strive to be individuals. To be independent. Yet as people we do become dependent on people and things. I depend on her. Not only do I depend I need. Need her here. So I can hold her, touch her, feel her. Keep her close to me and let her know how much I love her. I love her so. To put two years of my life aside for her, not getting tired of her; but for love. True love. All I ever want to do now is to hold her in my arms and just waste my days away with her. Always spending my time with her. Such precious time. But the time passes quickly so. Precious little time we have. But she is more precious then time itself. Like a diamond in the rough lost to me for six months. Not lost just out of sight and out of mind, unnoticed. Even though through the time it is still there. True love. Being old enopugh to see it. Although still whether or not I am still too young to discern the difference between true love, necessity, and infatuation. Turning back thought, ignoring everything else. i know this be. This is love.
XxLuckyxX · Wed May 04, 2005 @ 09:19pm · 1 Comments |