Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Masquerading as a friend

She reads you like an open book, knowing which way you will turn, what path you will take before you’ve even chosen.

She gives you water as you run your marathon and then awaits you at the finish line when you have achieved your goal. Arms wide open.

She anticipates your falls and has the bandages out and ready before you’ve been hurt. Helping you back on your feet, she’s there smiling back at you.

She does not judge you or waste time in anger. She is happy and radiates joy.

She is your best friend, your other half, a guardian angel. The girl of your dreams. You just can’t see it.

1 comment:

Carrie Amie said...

Another title idea for this one: Harsh realities