Love me.
I find myself loving you without realizing it. But your love is like the tide that goes in and out and my love is like my footprints in the sand. But you are my love story. Kisses are like words and embraces are like sentences. But our love is quiet, it's only a whisper or between the lines. In the dead of night, how I long to be with you in the morning. I find myself alone in this body that can't move and people have to help me do stuff. And you have everything that you want, everything that I want. You change, I change. But you are still the same in my eyes. You don't say much but I feel like you are enough for me. There's something quiet and yet passionate. I can't understand it. I wish that I could be where you are. But I am stuck here wishing and wanting. There's a feeling of sadness and longing, coming from your eyes to my eyes. I wish I could make you happy because you make me happy all the time. Oh, my love. You don't know how much I yearn. Especially when I cry, I think about the lighthouse and you and the cat. And you telling me that makes me cry when I am upset.
You move me. I hope I move you with my words of love and affection.
Yours truly.
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Love From Me
Non-FictionA short anthology about my experiences of being a disabled person living in the 21st Century in Australia. Love From Me is about me having Cerebral Palsy and me coming to terms with it. In retrospect, for people who have known me, you know that I ne...
