Hope for Someday...

Someday maybe you 'll get me. A twinkle, a kiss, a hug, a moment in time - not rushed - not for just a second...

A kind word - Wow, you look great. A kind deed - no complaints - not about what is not, but what is - to notice all, not just the sum of all that should be but what is instead.

A warm breeze that blows from your heart to mine. A thought that captures you and brings you to your knees - a wonderment of just who I am, not of what you wish I was.

The truth in love, the butterflies that dance in your heart. The flutter of that unknown. Waiting, wanting, just to see, to hold, to cherish.

The little moments remembered not pushed aside to be forgotten, to take the time to see just me, and my heart.

To really say I'm sorry, to begin again. To reach inside and find what you are so afraid of and to let it go - to be held, just to be held...

In your arms I want to feel safe. To be able not to have to hide my tears or pain, but to be able to heal in your arms.

But instead I flee... I calm the fear and remain silent. I go behind my walls to keep from disappearing all together.

I can't get past the hurt because you don't want to see it or realize just how important I am to you.

Distance makes you desire me and yet when I return, I am punished for leaving.

No love is given, no kindness is shown when I open my arms and heart to you, you push me away with things to do, things not done, disappointment and unkind words are all you give me.

The turn of your shoulder, you lay beside me, and yet I am so alone.

It's your terms or non at all. Yet all I need is to be cherished, shown some adoration not for what I am not, but for who I am.

Maybe that's not enough for you. Maybe it's all together too much!

I live in my pain every day - waiting for you to rescue me - to make me laugh, to hold me close, to tell me that everything's is going to be ok.

Yet what I get are the trees - between us. No sunshine, but darkness is all I feel. I want to get to the clearing, to see the grass shine in the day light, but that forest you live in grows farther away from me.

To love someone is to see what is important to them and make it important to you. To share those little things because it makes them smile.

To love someone you protect them from unkindness, hurts and danger.

To Cherish someone,is to put them before yourself, to get set them apart like a rose in a garden of daisies and to make sure that they know they are the rose not just another daisy.

To love someone you have to divide yourself to give a piece of yourself away to them. To become part of them - always.

So what does this mean? Make the little things into big things - to take a shattered heart and make it whole again. To find the moments in life that matter and make them grand. To seek to find - to keep everyday that moment of time when it all started and keep it growing.

Was it me who sought you? Was it me who felt it first? Was it me who let that glow go?