I can see you but I can’t see me, not unless I look at my reflection in a mirror. But is that tired old face I see really me? I’d rather see my reflection as I gaze into your eyes. I am all alone. It is through you that I live. You are my mirror. Your face smiles at the sight of me. My ego lives through your perception of me, so easily bruised by every word that comes out of your mouth. I am an empath. Your thoughts of me become my thoughts of myself. I am now on life support. Refusing to take another breath until you infuse my lungs with your life saving breath. Will you save me today? I can’t wait, so I breathe.
You don’t know what it’s like being me. How could you? You were busy living your life when I was busy living mine. We have two different life experiences. You have your perspective and then there was me. I am not who you think I am. I am not who you want me to be. I am an elusive spirit released in this ether, a wholesome, loving spirit only you can see. Why? Because you have the perspective. You see the sun shooting through a prism and you see the rainbow, but you also know that in the pure bright light lives all the glorious colors. Like magic you see the sun and the rainbow in me.
But I am blind. I look out and I can’t see me. I cannot observe this lost soul that only you have found. Will you bring me back to life and let me be me? Think back to that special moment. You saw me one day for all I could be, but I missed it. I was too busy looking into your eyes and falling in love with you, your inner spirit, a bright light, a warm heart. I was blinded by your beauty. I could see you, just like you could see me.
You can only run and hide for so long. Eventually you have to fess up and come clean. It’s just a matter of time. I’m convinced you will wake up one morning and become the answer to my prayers, the woman I saw and the woman I want to see, the woman whose body is a distant memory.
I was wondering what magic spell you possessed over me, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Eureka! Out of the blue as if some complex mathematical formula was revealed to me, I saw it. I saw your eyes and in your eyes I saw the reflection of me, not a tattered face awash in pleasure. No, I saw something else. It was the timing that made all the difference in the world. I was inside of you and I saw my pleasure on your face. And you moved your hips and you saw your pleasure on my face. And just as fast you’re your feelings merged with mine, the pleasure that turned water into wine, made a chemical reaction, one that can never be reversed, our spirits touched, our inhibitions burst. Yes, you did something you were never supposed to do, something you never did before. But so did I. I bit of the golden apple too. And now, many years later, I want to relive the moment and savor that special moment with you.
But my memories can only live through your perspective. My reminiscing soul can only be saved if you reminisce with me too. Tell me more about the good times, the euphoric moments we created. Tell me you loved it and how much you wish you could do it all over again. And wrap it all up in a priceless present only you can give to me now. Life, love and eternal happiness. How could I be so stupid to have missed it before, and how could I be so insane to think you would do it again. But there is hope.
When I see your face, I not only see who you are, I see the woman you were, the woman who made passionate love to me. I see in your eyes and in the expression on your face the source of my youth and my connection with the human race. I feel lost on an island all alone and only you can save me. You are the only one who has the pure, unadulterated perspective. You see the king in me and I see the queen in you. And only if we could for a moment gaze deeply into each other’s eyes again, I am convinced that the heavens would part and the ecstasy rainbow would come to life in us one more time. Will you let it happen?