Please don't take me to be a phrase maker. I want to be honest
and clear. You have always made me better. By sticking up to me
with tender tact and understanding. By being beautiful. By being
I remember walking down Richards Avenue, numb, when I
saw you for the first time in years. And when we embraced I felt my
heart strengthen, though it was possibly for the first time we ever
did embrace. Though on the outside I didn't budge an inch. And I
remember walking away from you after reciting a poem on the
street because I saw something that may have resembled love in
your eyes and I was scared that you just might love me. But not as
scared as I am that you don't. And I'm thrilled, and humbled, and
terrified around you. Distance has not demoted my adoration but
brought me to this realization, to this point, this outlandish
outreach, this honesty.
All I wanted to say was 'goodbye' before you
left. But you left and I faltered for a few months and then decided
that I'd do anything and everything to be fully prepared for the next
time I see you.
I would never make you love me. I choose to believe in unprovoked
fate because that's the only defense I will have against myself if I
have lost you. I say, CD, throw your man aside and come find me.
Find out all of the things I've been too much of a cowardly boy to tell
you. Come and discover the man I am and how much I care.