I’m stuck on your smile. I’m blessed by your words. You move so deep with a smile that glows. I’m in touch with a ‘women’ who knows her worth cause it’s deftly more precious than any Silver or any Gold; or in this day and age, Currency, that’s more poor then it’s worth–thin air is it cursed.”
A man of poetry, in his own, captured my heart. He slightly pushed open a door which had recently been locked and bolted due to my own dark reasons. Sending light and warmth when I needed most. He has no hidden agenda, no parasitic quest, he has nothing of insidious origin but himself and that holds much higher than most. He reminded me of things that I didn’t know I’ve forgotten. There are people in this chaotic and twisted world who see past and far beyond the cosmetics that is poured atop of society. Mr. Chance reminded me that I am not alone in the way I see the world. I am not alone at all. He reminded me that we all fall, we all have triumphs and losses, lessons and experiences that impact us in completely different ways. His words, in its simplicity, spoke depths beyond where the eyes can even come close to seeing. In my need of mental stimulation, he eloquently chose all the right words to say to sooth my lack of productivity. For two people to have a connected stimulating conversation about Love and the pain that comes with it, for him to show so much patience was a reminder to me. Love isn’t about conquering the quest in question, it’s not about selfishness, your wants, your needs, it’s about enjoying the road to love and really appreciating what has been offered to you. Not to lose yourself in the pain. Though the sting of betrayal can be unbearable at times, even in the pain theres magic. Mr. Chance rescued a kindred, falling spirit tonight. You gave me hope, the one emotion I lacked through all my internal drama and I want to say Thank you, Donte, which means so much more than just that.