Unspoken Words of Wounded Heart....

Dear Valentine,

Come away with me. If I had one day with you and you only, I would enjoy the simple things. The things that in the end, when time steals the rest away are the only things we will remember.

Dear Valentine,

These are the things I remember of my love…
A warm hand,
Your warm breath,
Your warm mouth,
Your arms around mine,
I remember feeling safe, ceaseless, like one person, the two of us still, at rest, entwined.
I remember how it felt the first time I kissed you. I felt like the high dive.

What do you remember?
How will I ever know what was inside your heart?
Where do they go? All the things we think and feel but don’t say?

Dear Valentine,

These are the things I never told you, these are the things I need you to know. That I loved you always and my love was so big it lives still after you’ve gone.

I’d like to tell you that I would do it differently, that if I had one more day I would do everything right but I know that isn’t true. I’d make all the same mistakes, that is, all except one…..



I wouldn’t say goodbye.