The Last Time

By Linds B, 

So, if this is the last time . . .

The last time I ever stare into those beautiful amber colored eyes,

The last time I ever see you smile because of me,

The last time I get to hold you in my arms,

The last time I get to hear that infectious laughter that touches my heart in ways you could never begin to understand, I would look back at it all so fondly. Not with one single regret.

I would do it all again, in the bat of an eye, in a heartbeat.

Loving you was a privilege, a privilege I never thought I’d have the opportunity to experience; but surely enough, there you were, willing to give me the chance to give you happiness.

I held your hands in mine, I told you to place your heart and all of your trust in me.

I have and always will protect it with my life, as you have endless love and kindness to give.

For the moment, you may view me as your end all be all, but darling I promise you, you have much to do in this life, and even more to experience.

So go, live your life, see all the joy you can bring yourself. I promise life is so much more than one human. Show yourself that life is more than existing, teach yourself that every emotion is worth feeling.

Most importantly, grow, learn, love unapologetically.

Just know that in the end, regardless of where we end up, I will always be on the sidelines cheering you on.

14 thoughts on “The Last Time

  1. Linds B,

    You wear your heart on your sleeve, girl. Which is one of the reasons I love you. No filter, all right there. You are honest and passionate and intensely loyal, and these words, as beautiful as they are, do not describe just how special you truly are.

    So, I’m grateful I know first hand.

    Peace and love


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