what i see

what i see

A Story by Eyudo

What I see

 

 

 

I can see the potential in people and much more. One look into their eyes and I can tell a lot about most. I can see their personality and can actually feel what they feel. I’ve seen certain people’s eyes that held nothing more than darkness. And in others all the joy in the world is there.

But I have seen others that had something there that made them different than millions of others, it makes them what I would say is special. These are the people I care about the most. Whether they know it or not, or even care or not. They may never know even though most of them I actually love.

Their names I cannot tell for they may be reading this right now and I don’t want some to know. They are the ones who can help many people including me. I want to know them better, at least as very close friends, I would hope. I am like them and want to be with them.

But how do you tell someone that? How do you tell them how you really feel? How do you show them your feelings and what you see that is so special in them? Out of the hundred I could know, these are the ones who I know I could trust and would be loyal to me and understanding. These are the people I want as friends.

All my important and prized possessions and all my life’s work I would give up just to be at these peoples sides. With them, for them, as one of them… my only hopes are that they will accept me. The something I want is their companionship.

All the others were unfaithful and eventually faded away. And that hurt deeply. But I just know it would be better with these special people. And I have one thing to ask as my closing: even with my possessions, family, and friends I do have, I still want more, as in those peoples companionship. Is that understandable? Does that make me greedy and seem obscene? Or does it just make me seen human by seeking this?

© 2008 Eyudo


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Added on November 27, 2008

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Eyudo
Eyudo

Painesville, the city of pain....., OH



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