2005
Walking on sunshine, until she went away…
The One That Got Away
She was everything to me, my blonde haired amazon queen with the delicate boy-ish-ness and the bright ideas.
She held my heart like no other had before. She commanded me to be a better person, and to always keep up the positive thinking.
She was a drama queen, and a kind and gentle soul. She filled my days with talking and laughing and plans and trips and lots of wonderful feelings.
She was my first everything, and for that I will always be grateful.
She took my world by surprise, offering my different delights that I’d never thought of before, let alone heard of.
She was exotic in her own way, because she came from I world I did not know.
She had high goals for her life, and a passion for the theater, and just an overall passion for life. She taught me that, at the same time that she taught me how to care for my body, like a temple.
She was funny, and dramatic, kind, and sensitive, she cried when she came because of it’s power. She sewed me dreams of our lives, together forever…
And when she told me it was over, and that we had problems we couldn’t fix… it crushed me.
I protested and begged. I cried and screamed. And all the while I never saw that she was falling for someone else and it wasn’t me. I never saw the signs that her lust for me, and love for me, had been turned to another’s eyes.
If I had… maybe I would have been wise, and had been the one to leave.
She left me, on the brink of no where, in a foreign city, all alone. I had to practically crawl home.
Why is she the one that got away?
For her laughter and her smiles,
for her tears and her triumphs,
for her generocity and her madness.
She’s the one that got away because on top of my lover, my love, my girlfriend, my pride, my joy, my beauty, and my childish enthusiasm, she was my best friend.
She’s been gone for 2 years now. Or two years it will be soon.
I like to think if she’d known how badly it would end, how badly she would end, she’d have been kinder to me when she left, but I can never be sure.
She got away because we couldn’t remain friends. After all the years we had shared, we couldn’t be friends again.
I miss you.
-LeAnn
