I don’t realize

I can only hope one day she realizes nothing will ever matter nearly as much as she matters to me.

Her blonde locks sail on top of the breeze and bring me her scent, lavender. Staring at the image she creates, a sense of femininity and power conquers me, it’s hers, I’m not taking the feeling away from her, and she doesn’t realize she is giving me that power. She doesn’t notice my eyes on her figure, I can’t help but to admire her, even when I don’t see her I love her, even when I don’t smell her, even when I don’t hear her voice, I don’t need to touch her to feel her. She can go months avoiding the fact that I love her more than I’ll ever love anyone, she has the tendency to neglect my love, to avoid it and deny me hers. As much as I could hate her when she does I have to remind myself that she doesn’t deserve it, after all she’s been taught to look down on my opinions, to despise my feelings and even to loathe everything about me.

Still, now that she’s facing me, I can’t avoid removing the blond locks from my sight to see her eyes clearer. I’ve been trained to hate what’s in front of me, I must feel the need to fix it, but there’s nothing broken. I can only see love and strength inside a beautiful girl who now smiles at me the way I’ve been needing her to smile at me for my whole life. I can only hope one day she realizes nothing will ever matter nearly as much as she matters to me.