WHY CAN'T I JUST SAY WHAT IS IN MY
HEART! (???)
The person
inspires me to be better. The person never enthuses me to be negative, but, sadly, I often find myself
reacting in such a destructive manner because I don’t like sharing my person's time with others. I don’t like hearing how others get to share
my person’s time, laughter, and perhaps—love. This person I have come to adore. It is the person’s inner beauty
that drives me mad; it makes me want to run to the person and just drop to my
knees; to beg that I be the lone love of my person’s life. I ask too much; I
know; I know; I know. These are mere words that clearly fall short of what I am
trying to express to my person. I would jump off a cliff if it meant I could
fully articulate what this person has come to mean to me—to my life. I know I
fail in my sheer existence at times; exisitenlialism eludes me. I am just not good enough, somehow; I am but
human. I am unable to fully express how I feel to my person; I fail so
miserably in trying to get my person’s attention and love. I am a failure of
epic proportions. As for my person’s outer beauty; WOW! Breathtaking. Other
words would indubitably not do my person’s outer beauty any justice. My heart aches and races so rapidly
at the thought of my person. My most favorite thing: My person’s love for
words equals that of mine; perhaps, that is why the person managed to find the path to
my heart—my world. But, my person is not really mine; that is just a part of
life. It's the "one thing" I must accept; with which I must contend. I suppose . . . I will never fully be able to be succinct enough to tell my person my story. Oh, life!
