After a long
Yesterday I saw her again.
No, I saw her figure.
Yes, she had changed a lot.
Her hair wasn't combed.
Her face was pale and white.
Her eyes seemed as dead.
Yes, there was something terribly wrong.
She wasn't like this before.
Her face was bright and shining.
Her eyes were full dreams.
Every time she cared her dresses.
At home,
I asked about her.
"She got some mental depression"
Mother said.
"It happened the day after your-leaving-day."
"If you don't love me,
I'll be in grave before tomorrow morning..."
I heard her words again.
This time it echoed in my ears....
I had never imagined this.
I had never ever foreseen this.
If I had I wouldn't have left;
I wouldn't have disappeared.
The pack of henna that-
I bought for her-
Rested in my bag.
Untouched, not being used...
She would smile and,
Say about her boy friend.
At last she would thank me...
I had imagined so...
But...
It was love,
True, real love,
She felt to me...
True, real love...
But,
She was just fourteen year old,
She was just a child...
Oh god...
Should I throw the pack of henna?
Or should I go to her and say;
"I love you dear girl..."
If it will save her,
I'll do so...
Tell her you love her and
let her live...
Love, *Linda*
Give her a smile.
Susan
Or should I go to her and say;
"I love you dear girl..."
If it will save her,
I'll do so...
...hmmm.David..I'd be careful before bursting forth with "I love you"...it is rather a dangerous situation you are in..perhaps your best move would be to avail yourself of professional help..this is TOO BIG to be resolved by you or any other unprofessional person..when I say professional you know I'm referring to a psychologist etc...just a suggestion..OK?
Vesna :)
Best regards,
Leland
Your good judgment and careful action now will determine your own future. It's all in your own hands. Life is what we make of it. Be careful about it.
A concerned friend,
May a.k.a. Sandie
Nancy
Reindeer