Realizations.

Things were moving fast. 

I was there and you were there. 

But then it was always. 

I love you but I could never tell you. 

I watch as you sleep, laying there completely vulnerable and trusting, and I tell you in a bearly audible whisper how I feel. 

I see how beautiful you are, although you may be lost. 

You laugh too loud, you scream without reserve. 

You live all aspects of life to the fullest. 

And all I can hope for is a little light. 

I steer clear of the bad topics. 

I dance around in the glory of love making, of our bodies connecting. 

I see that I've taken things out on you when it's undeserved. 

I see things now and how I've treated you. 

I shy away from your lavish life because I'm scared. 

I don't want to cramp your style. 

I fear the day that you are no longer a factor in my life. 

I don't wish to lose you. 

But I know at some point you'll realize it's time to go. 

And all I can do is bid you farewell. 

I hope that you know that I love you so.