Of buses, planes, shoes and shades is my letter to you. I was off to a good start on 2009. Loveless but I was free and happy. It was the first time I have felt so good after dealing for years from a heartbreak I was offered by someone and a heartbreak I nurse to grow because I can’t forgive myself. You, a stranger. We were strangers.
I can remember when we were talking and you made a paper rose for me. A sweet reminder of both pain and suffering. It was revelation of my new start. We were reluctant. We were awkward but you were funny.
A few dates and I suddenly I liked you. We talked and talked. Endless and boundless. I love you and we are in a safe ground. I whimper. I was afraid. It is going to be another heartache.
It was a clear night. I drank the moon and I was singing. And you kissed me tenderly. It was ethereal. Still uncertain. I was afraid but I came to realize that fear was inevitable and everything is a gamble. Simply life is short and I need to catch the road and see where the road will take us.
It is three years, sweet, breathtaking. It wasn’t perfect and I love it. We are always in buses, occasionally on planes, shoes are still the same and our shades definitely makes us see better despite the scorching heat. I will take that bus with you. I will ride the plane you are going to pilot. I will take the shoes you are in. I will give you the shade you need. For it has been and with God’s grace it will be, I am of buses, planes, shoes and shades for you.
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©Edgar’s Road 2013
