the spanish lady
Oh virtuous lady of Spain I have wronged you by not being the man I wished to be. On the day I left you there in your tower of thirty six floors, I went and sat and weeped and wallowed in a pool of my own tears and snot. As the winter has harshened, my soul bawls and yearns for the warmness of your arms and hold. As of now a long hard frost rage cups the roofs, for the most part I have swept my pain under the rug but in the wake of your absence I have quickly realised my bed's far too big for a lonely old soul such as myself. I do love you, I just don't hold the willingness and capacity to love myself as of yet. Don't wait for me, as I am far from the ultimate self realisation that may appropriately bring us together once more. Do please go live your life as you wish, for you evidently hold the key to happiness within the palm of your soft hands. <3