Missed Opportunities

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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.

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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.

~Anonymous

My Love

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.