zerobreak

Since everyone seems to be sharing in our midwinter doldrums, I decided after half a bottle of Dewer's Special Reserve scotch and listening to Tesla and The Black Crowes all night that I should share part of me as well:

It's true. The first time I saw you, I fell hopelessly in love, my heart stopped a little and I could barely breathe. That's how it always is with you. All I need is a picture to remind me of that feeling all over again, like a hand grasps and releases my heart in a flash of a second, my breath is gone and my eyes burn. You are so stunningly beautiful. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. You looked up to me and believed I would accomplish great things. More importantly, I believed you would do the same. I thought that we would always walk side by side as equals overcoming anything that stood in our way.

Then one day you walked out without warning. You said it was so you could be sure that you could take that walk on your own. You walked downstairs and closed the door firmly behind you. You never looked back and I never chased you.

I have followed my own path since then as well, sometimes alone and sometimes not, but the greatness of any of my accomplishments have always been earned in hopes that you would be proud of them. It's been years and I hope that someday you'll take a walk with me again.