Afraid for Love to Fade
I am plagued by emotions for a man who doesn't even know I exist. What if we never meet? I know I said in my last post that I hope our paths never cross... but that was only because I can tell I have zero chance of ever affecting his life the way I imagined I would. However, there is a part of me - a huge part of me - that still wishes and hopes that we do meet, that we do fall in love. I may be the help he needs in his life.
Steve looks like a person who was put through the ringer - life had been gracious to him at the start, but quite unkind as the years progressed. You can tell that he has been living with sorrow. Recluse, they call him. He's been living with memories, you see. Memories of his mother, and probably guilt. I'm not completely sure. Whatever it is, it's a heavy load to carry, and for so many years. I hope he knows that he can let go of this load and live.
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