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This Could Be Us

Every father should remember that one day his son will follow his example, instead of his advice. I wanted to see the reflection of the man I always wanted to be in you. I wanted you to be a son to me, that to my father I couldn't be. I wanted the whole world to be yours because you would have meant the whole world to me. Sometimes I can't help but cry. Sometimes, I can't believe it's true. No matter how many years go by, no matter how far you are away from me, nothing can change the bond between us. Your birth would have been the reason that regretting would have changed to rejoicing, lamenting would have changed to laughing and sobbing to smiling. Life was going to give me an amazing parenthood, worth bragging out aloud to the whole world. This could have been us, but your mama had to do what she had to do... You let me know you loved me, in so many different ways. You made me feel important with encouragement and praise. I know life for you wasn't a crystal st...

Beggars Would Ride

I cannot promise never to be angry, I cannot promise always to be kind. You know what you are taking on my darling, for only at the start is love truly blind. Yet, I'm still the one you want to be with and you are the one for me - that I'm sure. My closest friend, my favourite person. The lover and the home I have been waiting for. I cannot promise that I will deserve you from this day on. I hope to pass that test. I love you, and want to make you happy. I promise to do my best. If wishes were horses they say... All I have been reduced to right now, wishes. How I wish our love was true. How I wish we had to say our vows. Our forever turned to never. 0 - 100 real quick. Yea, in the reverse format. Saying that you love me with look in your eye. What a cold hearted lie. My entire world has fallen apart. My mind overflows with memories of you, of all that we shared. I long for your tender touch, your warm embrace, your soft gentle kisses, the smile on your face. Our moments toget...

The Colour of Love

I'm allergic to ignorance. I hate not knowing. This only applies to the petty things that do not really make any substantial impact in the development of my intellect or my day to day life. When it comes to the serious stuff that matter, ignorance is almost always bliss. I have a handicap. Once I was hit by one of those rare self-reflection moments. A question popped up that has been a bee on my bonnet ever since. If love had a colour, what would be the colour of love? My knowledge about love ranges from little to nothing. Don’t get me wrong. I've been in love before. Or so I thought. In that period of time, I did things that I, never came close to thinking, would ever do for someone. I was clueless, confused and completely under her spell. I was helpless. Funny enough, I liked it. I enjoyed every single minute in that effigy of my former opinionated self. It ended though, as they all do. I did my psychologically mandated 5 stages of grief and moved on. Was it my fault? Mo...