PS - this needs no part three.
I can't write part three. It hasn't happened.
I know one day. I am going to see her.
I am afraid and excited all at the same time.
I can find her, I can ask others about her. I don't.
I do hope and wish her happiness.
What would I say when we meet?
The thought makes me nervous.
I am afraid I may not be able to garner ( collect ) the right words.
I feel I may owe her an apology, for what is still unclear.
I would give one to secure her moments.
Lost like a baby that can't speak.
I may freeze up.
In awe that she is standing near or in front of me.
She had woke this man up to living.
So true..
I will and...
I would like to explain so many things.
Tell her about my frame of mind when we met.
Tell about how
she actually did save me from my own destruction.
Ever heard of death wish?
I was playing a dangerous game and putting my self in situations.
I could have hurt another, or been hurt myself..meeting her brought me back to love.
I regained my self love.
My love of life.
The love to go on.
I confess...I burned all of her pictures accept one.