Steven Michael Kudelko

It’s not that I don’t think you’re strong, or independent, or smart.  It’s not that I want to control you, or manipulate you, or baby you.  It’s that I love you more than anything in the world, from the day you turned around from facing the carousel, and your beautiful hair swished in slow-motion, and your eyes met mine.  I can’t help but want to take care of you, hold my hand out so you don’t hit rock bottom, reach my arm out for you to grab on to so I can pick you back up.  I want to be everything that you need, the eternal love you always wanted, the person who never gave up and never stopped believing in you.  I want to be what your heart wants, deep down in the most secret spot that only gets attention when you’re absolutely alone and everything else is quiet.

I want us back.  We were here.  We were so close.  We were meant to be.  Everything can be forgiven with a simple hug, and everything can be forgotten with a kiss on the lips.

Please, someday, say “I love you” again.