I had countless diaries I could never keep up with his picture at the front lined with words of admiration that I was not certain he deserved.His dark dark coca complexion reminded me of the bed frame I scratched at night due to my lack of sleep ,nightmares tormented me. Tall with the figure of any football player is how I would describe him with a voice that would serenade the angels.I remember long walks at night that gave me the chance to embrace nature, yet offered me the opportunity to engage in lengthy conversations with him my only problem... I could barely speak.Smiles lit the dark as we both enjoyed the feeling of holding hands for me a sense of being protected rushed over my body I felt fearless ready to conquer the world one step at a time...Until reality hit and I wished I could turn the hands of time.
TO BE CONTINUED😊