A YEAR IN MY LIFE

A YEAR IN MY LIFE

I saw your picture online and it really caught my eye.

I loved the red hair and you were so beautiful to this guy.

I sent you some messages, and then we began talking as much as we could.

I said I would like for us to get together and you said that we should.

The first time that I saw you, we sat in the back of your truck.

We sat close together and fed the ducks.

I wanted to kiss you so bad it was driving me insane.

We talked for a while and I finally got to kiss you, then it started to rain.

We talked some more online, then we went to the show.

It didn't really matter to me where we went, wherever you were is where I wanted to go.

We saw James Bond, it was full of action.

I kept looking at you, I felt such an attraction.

We started meeting regularly, sometimes we would just sit in your truck and talk.

Sometimes we would go places and get out and walk.

You were the greatest thing to happen to me, like you were sent from above.

The best was when it was just me and you, your soul and my soul making love.

The greatest time was our weekend for the day of Valentines.

I thought we would be together forever, you said I was yours and you were mine.

You bought a red Valentine nightie just for the occasion.

Of course getting it off took a lot of persuasion.

A couple of months after that I started seeing you less and less.

I felt something was wrong, but what I couldn’t guess.

I kept asking you what was wrong, what was the matter.

You would say everything was fine, everything was good was always the chatter.

A long time passed and I hadn't seen you, you said you were feeling bad.

I tried to tell you how badly I wanted to see you and that missing you made me sad.

I asked if you were seeing someone, you said, I kinda am, that was my greatest fear.

I asked if you were with him now and you said yes, I kinda live here.

All I could give you was my love that would be there every day.

You wanted something I couldn't give; you wanted a place to stay.

I usually give up too early; it's been a year now, so this time it's been too long.

Like you said, what's the point, it's time to move on.

STANLEY HENDRIX

10/28/09

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