As I dropped to my knees, with all the strength I could gather I clutched to her dress as I unravelled and revealed all my emotions to her. The woman of my dreams. The woman that’s has always been there for me, and the only woman I have ever loved. As I released my deepest emotions upon her she comforted me with her smooth hands and showed the greatest understanding, as she hugged me with her soft hands I felt solace as she reassured me of my worries. She is the only woman that can console me and relieve me of my stress and trauma I have endured over these past few weeks.

Never have I felt so weak in front of the one person who makes me feel so strong. Without her I wouldn’t have the courage to withstand the emotional trauma of what I just experienced. I thought I could be strong but my lips started to quiver as I looked into her eyes I knew she could see right through me. As I clung to her dress she rubbed my head softly. The touch of her soft hands put me at ease but it still couldn’t stop the tears. The look form those hazel brown eyes I saw and felt the deepest compassion and sympathy that the only woman I’ve loved had for me. Only she had seen this side of me the weak fragile side, I felt venerable but yet at ease knowing I could trust her enough to express my deepest fears and emotions and yet seeing this side of me she manages to stay calm and composed and soothe my hurt and fragile soul.

I lost one of my closest friends. Right before my very own eyes, the helplessness feeling caused me to break down. As I saw the murderers reveal their gun and those bullets fly into his body and watched as his blood flow out, I tried to stop him bleeding but there was so much blood and soon enough why shirt was crimson with his blood and soon after that he stop breathing. It should have been me. In five minutes I lost not a friend but a brother he was like family. Did he really deserve this? A mother without a son, boy without a father, a wife without a husband and me without a friend.

The only things I felt that night was softness of her silk sweater and the touch of her smooth  which I found to ameliorate myself as I crumbled like a cookies in her hands. Never have I felt so emotionally broken but so spiritually consoled. It was as if I was sick with and illness and her comfort and companionship was the remedy. The experienced nourished my soul and embellished my love and trust for the only women I have been able to open up too with my deepest fears and let go my pride and cry in front off.