Almost everyone has felt heart break at least once, myself included. For me it’s been three. For me she was the third, but this time was different because my hearts refuses to break. I knew from at first sight she was destined to hurt me. Not because she was cruel or indifferent in anyway, I just knew some how she was beyond my reach. The beauty and grace that surrounded her would intimidate any man. For me it was like looking at a distant star knowing impossible spans of time and space separate kept us apart. So why do I try, why at this very moment have I not given up. Logic and reason tell me otherwise, but there is something inside that tells me I can change the stars. Foolish I know, and I have heard it a thousand times from a thousand different voices. None of these words matter. I just know I need to love her. Where will this end? I do not know, nor do I care. To me she is air, to my she is more precious than my own blood, and if I have to be perfectly honest with you I have known heart break beyond the number three. My heart breaks a little each day I live without her, my heart breaks each second I’m away from her. I’m not sure why my heart hasn’t submitted to the pain. I don’t even know I can’t stop wanting her. None of her words give me hope, neither do any of her actions. Am I delusional? If I am there is no hope for me. I just feel it, something deep inside my soul, something silent and true guiding me to her heart. So where does this leave me? I am not quite sure. Lesser men would walk away I know that. Maybe that’s the smart thing to do. This is definitely the road less traveled. Please don’t misunderstand, all this conviction does not have it’s trials and it’s momentarily slips of conviction, but when my heart stops racing and my vision clears there she is, there she always is and with one sweet breath I’m back in orbit spinning around her. You could say I’m a romantic, always hoping against hope, reaching for impossible moments, but I don’t mind. She’s worth it. I’ve spent my life ignoring the beats of my own heart. I’m done with the quiet desperation that plagues this world. My one true religion is loving her, it brings me peace and kills my demons. What it comes down to is the fact that I know the love in my heart is true. Nothing else matters. I know most people are not lucky enough to know a love as true as this so I will follow it to my end, and if all I get is a chance to dance in the shadow of her light I will die happy. I know I sound mad. Most people love for a reason, but I don’t need reason to love her. Just watch her for a few minutes and you’ll see. You’ll see she an angel in every sense of the word, gentle beautify, quiet strong compassion, and a pure heart. Just watch her move, just watch her breathe, watch her speak, and you will see what I see. It is a subtle quiet song she sings, but hear it once and you will never forget. I’m sorry I could go on forever, trying to capture her beauty in words is one of my favorite games. I never win, I keep hoping one day I will fall upon a magically string of words that will set her free. I say set her free because she is trapped in an invisible prison of her own creation. She may be unique, beautiful, and undeniably special, but she doesn’t see it. She carries with her a quiet deep pain from her childhood. You see was never taught that her unique qualities should shine and she was taught by neglect and abuse to deny her beauty. Maybe she doesn’t consciously deny anything, these early years damaged her eyes and when she looks into the mirror she doesn’t see what you and I see. It’s a sad truth that the unique souls like her suffer this persecution in life. She suffered at home, and she suffered at school. Children can be cruel and her middle school was no different.