By now, if you're reading this, then either you know this will be for you, or not. Simple as that.
This is for her, and her only.
Everytime I would speak to her, I would smile, thinking to myself how I'd love to have her with me, smiling, just sitting there, loved by one another. I would want to bring her out to fancy places, go see the movies, argue, cry, but I'd do it all out of pure love. I love her, and there's nobody who I'd rather want to be with, whether it would be a supermodel or superstar. Nothing can change my love for her. And when all this is over, I would bring her to the house, get on one knee, and pop the question for her hand in marriage. I would want to start a family with her, and when this has happened, be able to look back and say that these have been the best moments of our lives.
But I'm scared now. We hardly speak, and I know it's my fault. Used to, we would talk day and night, now only a few sentences, all because of work.
Work.
Work.
Work.
Work.
Work has taken her from me, taken the time for me to be able to speak to her. It can be a poisonous thing, and I don't want to be poisoned any longer.
If you are reading this, you know who you are, know that, one day, I want to hold your hand in my own, and be wife with husband, an inseparable bond.
I'm sorry.
