Too Little, Too Late

We met in Winter of 2001. Our friendship blossomed into what resembled a rose kissed by morning dew...absolute beauty, perfectly unblemished. His attention to detail is impeccable. Gourmet dinners so artful and sensual they’d resemble a Masaaki Kazama painting. Conversations so enchanting, dawn would suddenly appear out of nowhere. Time apart seemed like days, not weeks or months. A phone call on Wednesday meant I’d see him on Friday or Saturday. He was ever so close to me, yet I always kept him an arm’s distance away.

Suddenly, a shocking disclosure, I was hit with the news of his return to Europe. (Thank you Bush Administration for doing everything ass backwards!) It seemed so surreal to me, a little Dali, but mostly Magritte!

It's funny how life imitates the Arts. I'm actually living the real life version of Wim Wenders' "Wings of Desire"...amazing isn't it?

I held the epitome of my perfect match in my arms and I let him get away. Don't make the mistake I did, never give into fear...be brave and share your love!