When I was in my early twenties I received a book, a handwritten book, a book for me and about me, a love book, a good bye book. I tried reading it, but it felt so stupid and embarrassing, so I came back home and put it in the back of the drawer. I didn’t know what to do with it or how to respond to you. After more than 10 years I found the book and actually read it. I think you liked the whole idea of being in love and adored me without even knowing me. It made you feel like a real artist or writer. Everything looks so different today and I feel sorry I didn’t appreciate things you told and wrote to me. I would like to meet you today and talk about so many things…

No one ever wrote a book for me (no matter how good or bad one is). I don’t even remember if I ever said thank you. Thank you Ross and sorry for not appreciating your kindness, effort and gift. I hope you don’t mind if I share some of the writings:

You have such soft beautiful eyes,

When they smile,

A spark goes off inside men

How sudden is the change!

Your quite, gentle nature is refreshing,

Like summer rain – I’d rather listen for that,

Than hear ten thousand women speak.

Words on their own are not enough.

Charm is quite, silence mysterious….

And the God dreaming had you in mind,

Breathing forth perfection.

Thank you Ross, I feel closer to you than ever before… I might have hurt you without even knowing that. I just didn’t know how to respond to you and your feelings. Deep down in my heart I believe that you understand me and now your writings brighten my darkest days.

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