He Is the Boy My Heart Will Never Get Over

He Is the Boy My Heart Will Never Get Over 

I remember him because he is always there, distant but never completely gone. I keep him in the smell of my clothes, between the pages of my books. I sometimes like to open the pages and find him again, like a vivid memory that’s aged like a fine wine, I see him. I close my eyes and breathe him in. I move my head back, tilt it to the side and recall how it felt when his head rested there.

I read old notes, proof that same love lived within us both at one time. I smile at the memory of the way he would blink at me across the room, in order to make me feel better for not being able to wink. Saved in the folds of my mind is the image of my favorite person, the one that sits in the corner of my eye and deep in my heart. I jump, and remember the feeling of his arms locking tightly around me ensuring  I’d never fall.

I see the visions of a life with him, of travels and triumphs. I can taste the happiness, just as I can taste the sweetness he had while he was with me. I laugh at the inside jokes, the funny faces, the games, the dance moves, and the effortless of it all. I cry when I relive the time we had spent, how proud I am, of all he has done and will do.

I am thankful for how strong he’s made me, how vulnerable he convinced me to become. I look in the mirror and notice just how lovely he’s made me, the confidant woman I've grown to be. I can stand on my own two feet; I am unafraid to publish words that before riddled the insides in my thoughts. I have courage because he’s made me brave, his voices echoes in my ears the encouragement I always needed.

He’s freed me. He is the boy I've built up for so long. He is the one who taught me to love,carried me home when I was tired, and put a blanket over me as I slept. He is the one who moreover everything taught me to stand up and speak the truth, made me learn the burden of guilt can be shared, made me face the people with my imperfection and have heart to learn from my mistakes. He is the one who you’d cross oceans for, the one who had me convinced I could settle down — even if in the far future. He is the boy I love, in the most beautiful form of the word.

He is the boy I walked away from, because between “for always” and “forever” I spouted wings that yearned to fly. He is the one I’ll never forgive myself for hurting, the one I save in my heart. He crosses my mind each day, and it simultaneously brings me joy and a pain. He is the boy my own heart will never get over.



That's Him !!!! My Heart, My Mind, My soul will never ever let go of !!!!!