Saturday, February 14, 2004During the months Amber and I spent together, I was up in heaven and never thought I could fall. Prior to her, I had not known love. Now that I was experiencing love, life had a meaning. However, that meaning was lost when I fell from heaven. I fell deep into the grasp of hell. For a long time hell refused to let me go, and for just as long my savior-to-be refused to let me rot there. Nicole held on to me, enduring the tragic experience that is being with a man whose heart is reluctant to cede space to a new lover. She waged a battle that no other woman before her had been willing to wage for me. A battle that I, myself would not wage for a woman. Little by little my heart softened. Little by little hell loosened its grip on me. Hell is a thing of the past. Heaven is closer. I see the door. Soon I will knock, and I know the door will open…:) This one’s to love… my first, my next… Translation:It all began the day that she entered my life. With a mere hello she brought to me the joy that long ago I had lost. She would not stop there, however. She proceeded to fill my heart and soul with love. She made of me a happy man. Ever since she entered my life, I have not felt lonely. In fact, I’ve come to forget the pain that used to fill my life. Instead of pain, now I deal with joy… the joy that is being able to feel her presence everywhere I go. More of life I cannot ask. Historia de Amor (Olimpo Cárdenas) (1) (2) (3) (4) (4) (2) Posted by at 8:04 am [Permalink]
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