Hello! Welcome to my blog. I’ve been asked many times why I write. I’m going to take a moment to answer this question. Firstly, I write because I love it. I have a very active imagination; my mind is bursting with stories, characters and worlds waiting to spill out onto paper. Finally, I write to entertain…myself as well as others, and if along the way I can inspire or teach: it would be icing on the cake. I love icing. ;D
Now on to today’s post. I ran across this piece of writing on twitter, and it moved me to tears. It doesn’t have a title, or a writer’s name attached to it, but I thought it worth sharing. I hope you enjoy it.
Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car and dented it?
I thought you’d kill me, but you didn’t.
And remember the time I dragged you to the beach, and you said it would rain, and it did?
I thought you’d say, “I told you so.” But you didn’t.
Do you remember the time I flirted with all the guys to make you jealous, and you were?
I thought you’d leave, but you didn’t.
Do you recall the time I spilled strawberry pie all over your car rug?
I thought you’d hit me, but you didn’t.
And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was formal and you showed up in jeans?
I thought you’d drop me, but you didn’t.
Yes, there were lots of things you didn’t do.
But you put up with me, and loved me, and protected me.
There are lots of things I wanted to make up to you
when you returned from Iraq.
But you didn’t.
I wrote this for you, my love
For your gentle, verdant eyes
For your dulcet lips
For your sparkling, sincere smile
I wrote this for you
Because you loved me so tenderly
You forgave me so easily
You understood me so well
I love the way you
Gladly gave me what’s yours
Showed compassion to all living things
Always put my needs first
I wish I would have
Been more appreciative
never exploited your generosity
Told you how much I really needed you
It is too late now because you’re gone.
I’ll never have the chance to love you the way you deserved to be loved.
~ Vashti Quiroz-Vega
Don’t Wake Me
I saw your smile in my dreams
I didn’t want to wake
I reminisced gazing into your eyes
I saw the soul of an angel
Your kindness astounded
even the most skeptical side of me.
You taught me to love, to feel
when I was but an empty shell.
I assumed you’d always be here,
but one morning I woke to find
your arm was not draped over me.
~ Vashti Quiroz-Vega
Don’t put off telling someone you love exactly how you feel. You may not get the chance later.