The slight breeze between the trees, guided me towards you. Inching me closer, as I tried my best to pull away,but the enchanting look you gave me made my fall for you again.

Is that passion I see or plain cockiness? You knew I'd find my way back, because I always do and then you release me again. Until the bridge leads me back to you, broken and crumpled once more, with that same look in eyes.

Is the question we'd all love the answer to. But why do we want to be loved? What is the end goal of being loved? For people like Lack Dawson from Titanic it's the bottom of the ocean. Or let's trace it back to our first princess story, for me it was Cinderella and we all know how her story ends. But why is love either a beautiful beginning or a dreadful end. We all want so badly to be loved and feel loved and I don't know if we actually know why. We know how to love others more than we love ourselves and that's a not okay. So the question isn't why can't you love me. The statement however is, why can't love, love me?

@LEBass

She looked for him in the darkness. Shaky winds followed behind her. The moon, the stars were her only source of light. She's searching for him. He creeps in the shadows, lost in the darkness. She smells his fear, his insecurities. Lost between the trees, he doesn't know which direction to go. Pain fills his heart, anger fuels his mind. The darkness became his light, his friend, his mentor. The darkness planted its loving arms of protection around him, making him forget what was and who he was. And yet, she still searched for him. She crossed every bridge, climbed the highest hills. He's worth finding, he's worth saving. She searched and searched until her feet bled, her hair matted, there was nothing left in her but the feeling of defeat and as the hot tears came upon her face. She smiled. Not because she had been defeated or that she gave up searching. She smiled because the end of her search for him turned out to be the journey of finding herself. So the darkness became the light, and sky shaded blue. She followed the sounds of dancing winds and singing birds and she didn't turn around to search for him again. What doesn't bring her peace, will not receive her energy

Stress, so we meet again. Man we really gotta stop running into each other like this. Oh what's that? You wouldn't have it any other way. So I mean what's up? What's your goal here? Do you like seeing me this way. Do you like how fast you make my heart beat. How nervous you make me feel, or maybe it's how sweaty I get when I'm around you. I mean just tell me, does it turn you on? Maybe one day we can stop running into each other, we'll take differnt routes, we'll go on opposite trains, I'll never have to see you again; or maybe I'll finally embrace you and accept you for who you are. A pain in my ass.

Do I really miss being a child? That's a hard question to ask.

I miss certain parts, that's for sure. One thing I certainly miss is

bird watching in the spring. I loved watching the birds return home after winter.

I'd take my favorite blanket and lay it out in my backyard and just lay down and watch all the birds fly. There would be sooo many birds, I didn't bother trying to count them. But I would just lay there, watching them, watching their freedom. Wishing, I too were flying high.

I don't have friends. I have family and associates. I feel that the word "friend" is highly overused. I can't tell you how many close "friends" I have had who made me feel so unimportant and not needed. My true "friends" are ones I consider my family. People who I have never had to question rather or not they had my best intertest. The ones who have seen me at my worst and still stood by me. Those kind of people are my people, my tribe.

Words can not explain how much I miss you. The amount of tears I’ve cried over the years could fill an olympic sized pool. But no matter how much I cry, no matter how much I wish for you to come back, I know that, that is not possible and I will never see you in this lifetime again. But I am not writing you to talk about my sorrows. I want to tell you that you in our short years together as mother and daughter, that you raised a kick ass woman! Your strength, your will do be the best you can be at everything was certainly passed on to me. After losing you, my life was not the same of course. And dad’s drug problem didn’t help much either. I had to grow up so fast to take care of myself and my little sister. 8, I was 8 years old when I was forced into adult hood. I had to learn how to protect myself and Brianna because we had no one after you left. But I now see that in everthing I went through, it just made me more resilient to life and I thank you for that. I am 24 and I have a great career. I’ve been doing so well for myself and I know you would be so proud of me. I love you so much mama. Until we meet again, your daugther Brittany