Dear Friend, I love You.

    I have loved once, and did so again, but not the first, the one I still call friend. To describe this angel would take more words than one could dream, but as long as I can write I shall let them stream.

    Her smile, the sun blessed by the light of  a star. Her hair, the winds that blow from  afar. Her kiss, the sweetest candy to grace the lips of a child. Her personality, a river gentle yet mild.

    Her eyes, a meadow glazed by the first light of the morning sun. I stumbled in once and now from it I run. I refuse to show hurt, and couldn't stand to share my pain, so I hide my love in the arms of another and my tears behind the rain.

    I can't let her in behind the confides of my wall. I would be to afraid to stumble again and more ashamed to fall, so I stare at the sky each night hoping to see a star race, so I can finally wish the constellations to stop taunting with her face.

    I never told her that I loved her or mentioned that I care. I never even thought enough to tell her how much I adore her just for being there, when I was sad, angry or in agony and needed her healing laughter the most. she always left me feeling peaceful inside while secret thoughts of her haunt me like a ghost.

    I guess she'll never know because I guess I'll never tell. To her this ignorance may be bliss, but to me it's more of a lovely hell. Now when I speak of  " Once Upon Time" or " Back In The Day" the words I'll always regret the most are the ones I just forgot to say.

    So this is my confession, but before I say I'm threw allow me just a few last lingering words: Dear friend, I love you.