Today, I cannot help but miss her.
She stepped into my life and took my whole heart. The love I carry for her grows with every passing day. I remember the moment I learned I must be brave — to face what needs to be done, to stand as a man even when the struggle involves the one you love.
I miss her deeply. This is an obscure love, known to few.
When sunlight falls upon my shoulders, my longing swells into something immense. I cannot escape this love. Her face, her presence — they remain imprinted on my heart. When she left, a stain settled there that will not fade.
Yes, she denied my choice. Yet I love her still.
So I tell myself: gather your courage. Offer your love to her. Show her how you feel. That is the right thing to do. She appreciates those who can bravely express their feelings.
Just do it.
It is a momentous decision, but I must make it. I will propel myself toward the goal.
Keep going.
