Butterfly …
one more chance…

If ever i got another chance to talk to you,
I’d probably waste that beautiful opportunity by saying

“I’m sorry”

I would probably knowingly throw away that precious moment in time,
by saying

”I’m sorry”

I could use that moment to tell you that I loved and love you..
I could use that moment to tell you I respected and respect you still

But I wouldn’t, I would tell you

”I’m sorry”

egotistically enough.

I would break down into tears and cry, however wasteful.

But I know that I SHOULD tell you that I love you,
that I respect you, look up to you,
and that now, more so then before, you influence me in a positive way.
However stupid that may seem…

I refuse to believe in "till death do us part"…the way it is in marriages.
Because if I believed in “till death do us part”, this monologue would be over. And then all that would be left of what we once considered a dialogue between us two, would be.. hot air…

Nothing…
You would be gone…

So I choose to believe in forever
Because that’s how long you’ll influence me, and the world
that’s how long I’ll love you…
That’s how long you’ll stay in my heart and my mind.

I loved you then and now…
My fear of the monster eating away at your bright spirit and soul was shamefully enough bigger then my love…

For that I apologize..
For not being there for you, I apologize
For not saying I love you when you were around to hear it, I apologize

I’m sorry

I love you…

Forever yours…