Weekend Writings #29
'A Note of Reasoning to a Beloved'
Today, I write in pen because I want it to mean something. I want you to see all of my mistakes, my thoughts, everything that I would normally erase. I don't want the insignificant things to be washed away when you read this. I also don't want this to be a thing that is easily changeable. I don't want it to change just like I don't want you to change. I'd rather change for you insead of you chane for me. Evidently I have changed too much over the last four years. Changed in wayboth goo and bad. Have you ever changed? I'm sure you have buit what were you before? Who were you like before the change and who are you now? I would really like to know. Only just I am really scared to speak with you. Sadly this has never happened before. There is just something about you, something in my mind that keeps me from talking to you. I really want to know you, but I only know what I see. Want to know what I see?
I see a woman, young and beautiful. Blonde and curly haired. You contain a smile that can light up the room; a smile that can make anyone else smile. A voice that only an angel can have and yet I sit on the outside just watching you move and act the way you do. Too many thoughts go through my head and too many inferences that may be right or ma ybe wrong as well. Will you correct them as they come out?