For as long as I remember, I’ve searched for her.

I smiled at her.

I talked with her.

I laughed with her.

I helped her.

I worked with her.

I became friends with her.

I respected her.

I adored her.

All in hopes of finding out that the moment with her existed.

The moment of staring at her and knowing the search was over.

I thought she was there across the hallway.

I thought she was the one who made me forget Valentine’s Day existed.

I thought she walked into my life with shades on.

I thought she was going to make things seem amazing.

I thought she could have been a part of my very core.

I thought she was going to be a part of my long-term plans.

I thought she made my heart melt into words.

I cared about her.

I missed her.

I flirted with her.

I texted her.

I wrote about her.

I expressed myself to her.

I prayed for her.

I fell in love with her.

All to see her walk away from my life repeatedly.

Still though, I’ll keep on searching for her, so we can build a future.

For me and for her.

About the Author Mr. Boza

The summer of 2019 was when I decided to no longer go through life holding my feelings, my thoughts, and my emotions contained within. I needed a change in life and since I made that decision, life has been so much more liberating. Nowadays my writing helps me express myself in a way that allows me to feel whatever it is that I'm thinking or feeling or even yearning for, pour out and not consume me from within. My work is simple to read, simple to understand, and hopefully is the type of writing that makes someone smile when they read it. Enjoy.
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