letter to God
Dear God,
We met on a Thursday. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever laid my eyes upon. His eyes were the color of the sky on a summer day (corny but true). His brown hair with the blonde highlights only accented his "perfection". I would come to discover faults in him, but his faults only made me feel stronger towards him.
We got together after he got out of work. We talked for a long while, and even took a walk up a huge hill near his house to sit on a boulder and stare at the stars and the view of the city. As the night moved on, we became closer and closer. Eventually, we had our first kiss under the stars.
For the first time in my life, a feeling inside me put my stomach in a knot, a knot that I never wanted to have leave me. My heart was bursting with joy. I was finally happy. My heart and my mind were working as one. I knew that very night that this was the man I was going to marry.
Over the next couple weeks, I tried making myself seem incredible to this guy. However, I became to clingy and over-crowding for his liking. Without my knowledge, he began seeing someone else. He kept it well hidden until November 16th, about six weeks after we had met.
I was completely devastated, to say the least. The man that I had so quickly and innocently fallen for had deceived me. The pain in my heart was insurmountable.
The next morning, I took a knife to my wrists. As I watched the blood pour from my body, thoughts of him ran through my mind. I loved him so much. I wanted to be with him. The ground became covered in the fluid that had kept me alive for 21 years. I kept thinking about him. If I couldn't have him, I at least wanted closure, even if that closure was just a simple "good-bye". I went to the hospital and got patched up in no time.
Over the next three weeks, I tried my best to get on my own two feet. We still weren't talking.
I began doing things for myself. I began going to clubs and hanging out with new friends. I went out on a couple dates and even began to become somewhat serious with this one guy. Through all of this, however, I still thought about him everyday.
In December, I got a phone call from him saying he wanted to talk. I drove to his house. We discussed how we both did each other wrong. I pushed to hard to be with him, and, he, well, lied.
One thing both he and I believed in strongly was forgiveness. And, that's exactly what we did.
Over the next few weeks, we began to form a friendship. As our bond grew stronger and stronger, our friendship turned into a "best-friendship".
At the end of January, he left for college. The old saying is "absence makes the heart grow fonder." It's entirely true. My love for him is still there, yet grows stronger everyday.
He doesn't feel the same for me. He's prayed his entire life for someone like me...what's going on?
I guess the reason I'm writing this is to ask for your help. I promise to live the rest of my life for, not just me, but for him as well. He is my best friend, my confidant. Tell him how my heart feels. Help him see who I am and that my heart is true. I can and will be strong for him. I don't know if he's afraid to let his heart out or what. Just remind him: not everyone is hurtful.
I love him and I will love him until his end of time. My heart is his for the taking.
Sincerely yours,
Pete
Current Mood: indescribableCurrent Music: "A Love Before Time" - Crouching Tiger soundtrack