this place.

How can this place not remind of you and of all those kind gestures you have shown me? Memories come flashing through my mind as I walk along these hallways. It was here that you smiled at me, that you asked me if I was alright, that you told me I had done well, that you have made feel infinitely better about myself. It was here that I watched you from afar, with a secret love steadily bubbling in my chest, finding in you always something new to admire, and perceiving you less and less as a human, and more and more as a beautiful soul, a guardian angel. It was here I vowed to myself I would live a life to honour yours. It was here I made the commitment to do for you all I could, whenever I could. It was here my notion all love were first shaken up, as I realised that love can exist between two people despite age, title, role and situation. It was here that my life changed.

Published by Eliza

Writing helps me find myself.

2 thoughts on “this place.

  1. he was picked on and pushed around for the way he looked
    they didn’t like his hair
    called him names
    laughed in his face
    stole his things
    fuck mom those were my crayons
    one day a girl became his only friend
    she eventually took his faith
    keepin it anonymous these days
    to many non smooth blessins
    grew up they wanna ask why he so mean
    fuck i was a daddy at 17
    the streets its were i sleep
    please god help me find love
    save me

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