Now nothing remains the same
Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola.
Made me wish and want for the things I could not have.
I taught you how to drive on the California highway one in the Winter of 1992 and I remember you holding my hand tightly and your eyes filled with excitement and so content with the feel of the car and the road.
You knew I loved you from the first time I saw you. I would create places and time for us to talk. You told me often. You don’t want me. I’m damaged and afraid. I’m waiting for something gone and cannot love.
Love find places in secret valleys and hidden places. Locked doors open for a secret seconds. We went to Big Surf often…
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