A beacon, and a light, he brightens my life. The effort he puts into his carefully planned smiles, and the caring way by which he fingers each hand-written message to the world. He is my heart, he is nearly my life. Pushing my heart along, giving me a reason to continue in existence. He is my existence, my meaning in life, my everlasting hope, continually tugging my heart along on a tightly bound string. My best and true friend, whom I can trust without fear, and confide within my every thought and deed. To know that he will listen, and not judge, continuing to sing his joyful songs of love and promise to my open heart. His picture, frozen in his timeless pose as he reaches out to my adoring face, is that which loving girls across the earth recognize all the same. But me, I am different. I know, that despite the women who strive to win his heart, I do and always will hold a special significance to him. I know, that he has never seen my face in reality, only in the deepness of his dreams, and never had the realistic opportunity to hear my voice, but he knows that I am there. As the smiling posters of Justin Bieber beam down on me as I sleep, I know that it is not only I, who dream of him, but that he feels for me in a spirit of truest love and devotion. No matter the trials we face in this life, and the catastrophes that may tear us apart, I know the way things are meant to be, and his is the companion to my heart.
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