It’s been eight years since I last saw her. Two years since we last exchanged emails never receiving a response. Refusing to quit, my efforts at communicating are tireless where I only see hope. Faith that one day she will finally respond. It’s her eyes that drive me. Her smile pushes me further. The refreshing experience of her presence is what I’m after.
After all this time, not a day passes I have not thought about her. She’s in my thoughts from when I lay down throughout my dreams and when I first wake. Everywhere I go, I carry her images through the worst of times and best of moments. She’s not a fleeting thought. The opposite. Jojo has become seared within my brain leaving a deep image in my mind driving me day after day.
Call me what you want. With her, my search was over. It’s as if I’m betting everything on this woman.