It is a beautiful, sunny, warm day in Dixon, IL today! It is March 17th, 2010. It is one year, two months and 18 days since I met the one person who means the most to me in the world and he is 10,000 miles away, without an ounce of thought on his mind about me.
I still think about him. I still wonder if he ever thinks about what he did to hurt me. I still wonder if I will ever meet him someday and have a coffee, like we talked about. I still wonder why I fell so hard, and so fast, but I don't regret a thing about it. It just happened. I just did. And I'm glad I did.
I still think he is an amazing person, and I hope someday he sees the same in me. If he never does, I'll still care. I'll still be here, wondering. I will breathe the same air as I have all this time. I will still work at the restaurant day in, and day out. I will still work on this house, which I have now begun to refer to as "the money pit." I will still pray every day for another day. And I will still keep on keeping on.
I do, love him. I know it's weird, not knowing someone, but there is just something so special about this guy. He is a complete piece of work right now, but someday he is going to be beyond that idiocy. I hope he will. And I hope someday, our paths will cross, so that he can take a closer look at one person who will be here... loving him... despite himself.
Have a Happy St. Patrick's Day, everybody! Eat a potato! (in Greek, that statement is really funny! "Fie mia patata")
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment