Misses...
I came across a beautiful lady, she told me her name was Misses. As she said her name to me I though to myself, why would her name be called Misses? Was it her parents? Could it be a nickname? I dearly wanted to find out the truth. Then one fateful day accompanied by luck, Misses befriended me.
The moment I became friends with Misses I saw something for the first time. Her eyes enraptured me. I thought I fell in love. To explain the care and gentleness I saw in the eyes of Misses through words alone is impossible. The thought put in to these words alone, I hope, will be enough to give you an idea.
As time passed, we became close friends. I came to find that our ideals were similar, as well as our interests. As I learned more about Misses, the more I felt I fell for her. Love seemed to have found it's way into my life. What an amazing experience I was feeling. Breathless, face to face. Heart skipping moments fleeting by every time my eye caught her's... Yet, I was still able to respond the best I could. Always honest, supportive and thought provoking. She smiled at me... That smile.......The hardest part of it all... would be how hard it is to not think of Misses.
Writing about it is as hard opening a beer can upside down without any spill. As the contents inside of this beer can are my thoughts. The longer i think about her, the more I lose focus of my main goal. Writing this story.
So before I lose all focus, I must enclose a final something. The reason behind her name is what I'm feeling now. I miss her...
Unknown "~ cool dude~" Courageous
- 16 years, 7 days ago
