You will never know how hard it was to walk away from you. All that we shared with one another still exists in my memory. Do you ever remember?
I tried so hard to help you, like you helped me when I needed it most. When you found me I was slowly dying inside, giving up on myself. But then I met you, and you helped me to remember the strength within. You helped me to see not only how much courage I have, but also how much love I had deep inside.
That love spilled over when I met you. You touched me like no other. Forgetting you is impossible,...
The plane landed in a cloud of mist. The drizzle of the rain was the warm embrance merry old England had to offer for my arrival. I smile to myself, thinking that I would not have it any other way.
Heathrow full of travelers going to places all over the world whilst I find my way to the one who waits.
Collecting my baggage and heading out to the lines of faces waiting for someone to arrive back into their lives. I'm a new arrival for the one who waits. The one who waits walks amongst the throng of people in line never taking eyes off of me.
I call for you, and you turn your back on me so callously. You hear me, but make it seem like you don't. Is it that you are not caring, or the shame you feel for hurting me?
You claim to care about me. "I never want anything bad to happen to you," you say. Yet you do many things to cause bad things to happen to me.
"You love me," you say. How can you claim to love someone when you constantly do things that you know will hurt that person? When someone loves you, they should cherish your heart, not smash it on the ground.