Ending part of Life
This weekend was a weekend that ended part of my life
that meant a lot to me, more than I realized or wanted to admit.
Over the last nine months I have received something that the Lord has given me as a gift in disguise.
Well you might not believe it or not,
but it was you and there will be no other gift like you.
I felt a bond with you that is stronger than anything known to man. To me this means that every heartfelt
and every life learned lesson that the lord has taught me.
You heard it all from me and listened and never judged me.
You had open ears and heart to me
and I am thankful for this and everything that you do for me.
When I say that I love you, I mean it more than everything in life. I meant it for a while but I was scared to say it to you.
I kept asking you about how your mom and dad felt,
because I did not want to steal or use their daughter.
I am also older than you and it made me feel weird,
because I did not want people think I was a dirty bird.
I wanted more than that and that was for sure.
Before I get with anyone in life,
I want to be a friend that will never give up on them.
I wish I would have listened to the Lord a while back
and took control of my relationship with you.
I have pools of tears coming from my heart,
because I lost the part of you that I really needed in life.
I really need for you to know this about me.
I am there for you in life no matter what kind of relationship we have in life.
I could go on forever with this feeling I am having right now,
but you might think it is just words,
and this is a point in my life I know what is the words.
The heartfelt thoughts towards someone in life.
This is my thoughts from my heart and not coming from my mouth or being expressed with my fingers in this journal.
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