8 Years Later (Dear Girl)
It's been a lifetime since I last saw you. I died when you left me standing at the station, waving instead of beckoning. Begging you to stay would have been selfish. You had a chance to do something great without me and I couldn't hold you back from that. Yes life happened without you but it's hard to date let alone stay married when I keep looking for you in them. My ex wife, you remember her, the girl you left me with. She understood I wasn't over you so our divorce was amicable, co-parenting is easier when you realise you're better suited as friends. I thought I would never see you again. Did I mention I died without you? Yet here you are, miracling back into my life unexpectedly. You are God's breath breathed curvaceous. Do you know I always wondered how you managed to trap the sunlight in the tresses of your hair? But I digress out of nervousness for I don't know where it is you truly stand emotionally.
However, here you are, 8 years later, taking a leisurely stroll in the catacombs of what once was my heart. I swear you practice necromancy because you speak and my heart answers. My soul had grown lonely without its mate now it rejoices, dances at the Lazarus effect you've brought upon my heart.
Yes I will forever cherish the memories, the idea I had of the girl and all the what ifs that passed through my head all these years of your absence. But I'm still in love with the woman standing before me with such graceful poise and self-reliance. I would be remiss if I let you go again without a fight. We've both grown up now and life has gifted us an unwavering sense of self and my Self needs your Self to become our Self. I'm not sure about your situation at home. What I know is this must be fate, destiny, kismet all rolled into one because once more, God has blessed me to share time and space with an angel that he himself designed and sent back to me. Talk about second chances...
Do you like me?
Have dinner with me, it would be great catching up...among other things