A year ago,
I didn't know your name.
A year ago,
I did not know your face.
A year ago,
I passed by you in the hall without giving you a second thought.
A year ago,
I did not know the pleasure and delight you could bring to me.
I did not know the things you could show me.
The things you could teach me.
But now,
I see life through your eyes.
I feel your pain and suffering.
I now know why you choose to hide from the world
in the darkness and shadows you enclose yourself in.
I receive your knowledge
in the pleas you send out.
I now know more than the good side.
I am exposed to the evils.
And it kills me.
But still, I choose to be with you.
~Amy, By Choice
5/27/09*
*this was inspired by, and is dedicated to, an accidental friend. One who I would never in a millions years wish that I hadn't become friends with. I think you know who you are. (p.s. sorry if I twisted things a bit. It's my imagination, you know?)
who was that about?
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