I just wish he could feel the force of love the way I do. I wish he could be as I am – hopelessly and endlessly devoted. Why can't he be willing to give up anything just to feel my arms around him? When I leave does his heart ache? Does he long for my return? Does he smile at my voice and sigh at my embrace? Am I the only one who is under this spell? Does the man I've been waiting for all my life – the man I've seen in my mind's eye but could not reach – does he not share this love I hold? I am willing to give up all that I have to be enveloped by the love I know he is hiding inside. To feel safe and loved and warm. To feel that he would do anything to defend my honor and sooth my tired, aching soul. To feel that he needs me to be whole. To feel his pride wash over me; his encouragement and love. I long endlessly for him to set his feelings free and not be afraid to hand me his fragile, aching heart, and allow me to protect and nurture it with every ounce of my love for him. Why can't he see, why can't he be, simply in love with me?
© 2018 Angela Tagliamonte