The only reason I still write here is her. She might not recognize herself, or even have the confidence to say she does. She's one of the best, she's always been one of the best. She's a role model to me, she's always been. Since the day I first knew her, I fell on my knees, and i followed like a baby duck to his mom. I still remember the day where I needed her approval to feel complete. A couple of years later we became equals, I didn't feel such as a follower but more of a friend. And like always, we parted again. We barely talk, but she's as close to my heart as she used to be.
With her words she still makes my heart shake. I secretly read everything she writes, too shy and too ashamed of myself to reply. She was my first model, and as two newbies in the field we tried to make a picture work, and we failed, simply laughing about it. It's the last time I let myself fail without punishment.
This is for you girl, and yes, I'm alive, well at least, a part of me still is. You bring out the best of me.
-Fred
With her words she still makes my heart shake. I secretly read everything she writes, too shy and too ashamed of myself to reply. She was my first model, and as two newbies in the field we tried to make a picture work, and we failed, simply laughing about it. It's the last time I let myself fail without punishment.
This is for you girl, and yes, I'm alive, well at least, a part of me still is. You bring out the best of me.
-Fred
