Preston 🎀
When I get old...Old enough I'll tell my family about you.... I'll tell my mother tongues out....out right why I did not marry and why I will not either....I will tell my father straight in the face that I was not hurt or heartbroken but I lack the definition of that word.....
I will sit in my porch and rock with my chair.... Faintly trying to forget about you....But it would be so long that your presence in my life shall be a permanent mark.... I'll buy you flowers and invite you to my house ball...I might have lost my tongue and maybe won't talk to you.....
Your presence in my area will remind me of the day we met.... It will remind me of the days we were together....The days you slept next to me....And the story of our future....It will remind me of the days you were crying and worrying...The soft spot that you touched...The memories of our glory days....
I will tell my brother to get married and have children...Tell my sister that she should stop trying to find me a woman.... Because all I ever wanted was and is still in you..... I will spend my days in laboratories and libraries all around the world.... Sometimes I will find a spot and write good poems that will have your name....
Most of the times I'll read the messages we sent ages ago....I'll want to visit your home with candy, flowers shoes and booze.... Sometimes I'll want to buy a bus ticket for two and go to the coast....
But again i stop thinking and realized we are at the coast....I'll send you pictures of us the only pic that I have...Then delete it....Then people will think I'm gay others think I'm Bewitched but I'll tell them what I possess.... The girl that I loved.....Is the woman that I love at 60....
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