The plane engine roars, a reminder this is not my forever home.
You’re not here with me, but I still feel you resting on my arm. It’s strange how a face in the crowd that I’ve seen so many times, becomes the solitary face that I can’t get off my mind. You’re a mountain climbing gypsy, with flowers in your hair. A rough and tumble hipster, with intelligence to spare. Many times in history I’ve tried to shape the woman, wild and fair. But you have shown me that my wildest dreams still cannot compare. Never in my life did I think you could exist Until the night we laid in your bed answering questions from the list. As you approached the last one, you sighed with hesitation. You said quietly “It’s tough for me to get close to anyone.” A tear rolled off your cheek, as I struggled to breathe. Mesmerized by this woman whose soul was staring back at me. I pulled you against my chest, and held you while you cried. In awe of how much emotion rested beyond those deep brown eyes. You have this wall of separation that you’ve built around your heart. It’s the only thing you trust to keep you from falling apart. I’m not here to tear it down. I just want to be let in. To show you how much I care. To prove you’ll always have a friend. I know you don’t want to let me. I know you had rather walk away. And the distance makes it easier to let me go after today. But if you can find it in yourself to give this southern belle a chance, I know that I could show you something far more than just romance. It’s that day to day activity, a partner for everything. Falling for your best friend, even without a wedding ring. A promise to always be there, through the thick and through the thin. And to never let you feel that kind of broken pain again. You’re worth so much more than you’ve ever given yourself credit for. But I can’t be certain that anyone’s told you that before. You told me not to wait, and I said I wasn’t going to. But the truth is I’m not sure there’s anyone else out there like you. There’s a million ways you might take this. I’ve considered every one. From the hopeful “Yes, I feel it too,” to the “Holy shit” before you run. But that night you told me honesty was the most important thing. So, today I’ll take a chance with these words of poetry.
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Tennessee Martin
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