Wednesday, January 20, 2010


I didn't even notice him at first. He didn't stand out among the sea of unknown faces. And I certainly wasn't looking for him, for my heart belonged to one far away.

But then I heard his voice. I listened, captivated, as he told of the one he loved. His adoration of everything about her was evident in his words, in the sparkle of his eye, in the upturn of the corner of his mouth.

My mind reeled. Oh to have a man love me so much. Oh to have a man whose lips trembled at the very mention of my name. Oh to have a man who would go on and on about me to a room full of strangers. Oh to have a man like him.

I wasn't so naive as to think that the one who held my heart could ever love me like that. And as I laid in bed that night and thought about the eloquent stranger, my heart ached for what I believed could never be mine: unconditional love.

1 comment:

  1. I'm so glad you're doing this Laura. :) And it hurts my heart that you think you can't write.