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By Jon Date: 2002 Nov 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.22.14.40.10355]] |
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I have always wanted to be a writer. There is nothing more in this world that I want to be. I may be a business major, but my heart is in the pen. I have built my entire life around the words that describe it, but yet when I reach for words to describe how much of an impact Mindy has made in my life I am betrayed by the same words that were there for me when I needed them the most. I have written numerous amounts of poems. I even have a few drafts of books I have yet to complete, but still I cannot describe why and how I love Mindy the way I do. Even now as I write this I am lost for words. How then, you may wonder, am I supposed to write an entire book about someone when I can't even tell you how and why I love them? The simple answer is this: I can't. I believe there are not enough words in the English language, let alone language itself that is full of enough verbs and adjectives to describe how a resentful/bitter/moronic man like me can love such an angel like Mindy. I can't write this book, I'm simply not capable of doing it. The words are out of my grasp. An almost futile undertaking which will be sure to give me countless hours of endless heachaches as I twirl my pen in my hand searching for the words that are worthy of my angel Mindy. But for Mindy, I'm sure as hell going to try. |