I thought Ye Olde Days of “Asking Out” died out before the unknown age of 1992.
Conquer to find that Guy
By Rachel Bryan
I love to learn, and I know how to love;
so why can’t I get this right?
I get lost and can’t seem to rise above,
And I wonder why I try to fight.
I have no fighting stance,
as they leave me to wonder why.
But still, perhaps, I’ll get that chance,
to finally find a good guy.
Sometimes I think about you,
Your laugh, your smile, the way you stand.
It’s the way you hold yourself.
The way you pushed your black-framed glasses back up your nose,
How you walked in front of me towards the beach.
Sometimes I think of your crooked teeth.
Sometimes I catch myself making a joke that we used to laugh at together.
Today I saw new pictures of you .
You look happy,
You look content.
It made me smile
It made me remember how much I prayed for you to be happy.
Those countless nights pleading to God
To give you direction,
To point you towards something happy.
Happiness that you deserve.
I miss you today,
Even when I know there’s no way I can see you again.
Our time is over.
But I still love you.
Remember what I told you
all those nights ago?
I always will.