30 July 2015
She must know what she does to me. Her every touch, every time she holds my hands, every time she holds me close, it sends waves of happiness and sparks through me that are beyond any word can explain. I want to tell her, "If you hold my hand I'll be yours forever. A simple promise, that's all I can offer." But is it enough? It may be too late for me... it may be too late.
Sometimes I watch her walk out to her car to drive off and start the day. Anyone can look from a distance. A stranger can look from a distance, what's so special about that? But to know her scent is something else. It means we've been close, closer than anyone else. I dare say I'm lucky but when she doesn't want me, when she's away and it's just her scent with me, I can only feel forgotten.This is me, left behind. Am I the stranger now?