Got2speakonlyfe

Should I say that he’s special? Should I summarize what we are? Maybe sweetly recap from day one? I might as well paint a picture of him and I walking together. Why not? With all this love inside of me, I will write for an hour or two. I should mention his beauty, because it runs so deep. He’s my friend. Shall I tell him that I cherish his friendship? I think I will. I decided to shun any hesitation to be the corny young gal that I have been blessed to be. I’ll write from my heart. I won’t rehearse. I’ll say “action” and see what happens. I’m excited. I know he’ll feel me. I feel me and he’s a lot like me so why not? I’ll have to tell him he’s the biggest, most beautiful surprise since election day when Obama took that! I didn’t expect to love him you know? I was just chilling. Learning. Moving. Grinding…He’s such a blessing. He makes me happy, or should I say he elevates the level of happiness. You know like happy on steroids in a perfect world where steroids just make you bigger and better without side effects. I don’t remember the last time someone made me laugh like him. It brings tears to my eyes. I mean I think I should at least mention it? He may think I’m used to this sort of treatment. I’ll make sure to mention my hurtful and educational past when I write him. I’ll let him know that I don’t care who he used to be or who he used to do.I could care less of his outlandish deeds, I love the finished product. I love that he treats me as I treat ME…pretty damn good. I’m going to tell him that I’m here for him. I’m here to listen, support, guide and follow. Damn I have a lot to write.

(C) Angela Williams

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