A note from The Boy
I feel a great fervor to finally speak and to leave somewhat of an altruistic message for a woman that has captured my heart and soul for what seems like lifetimes. I have rarely, if ever, let my presence be known in this place that she has created because it's for her, it's a place where she can come and be free and write about the truest, most beautiful feelings in life and touch so many others with a dim of the lights and few keystrokes usually around two or three in the morning.
That said, I come here and read every day, just like all of you, just like the rest of the world, and I am inspired and in awe by the vividness of her words. The glimmer in her eyes, and the meaning and feeling in her demeanor is truly otherworldly and I am the luckiest man in the world to have experienced that first hand. I felt inclined to write this message as a way to extinguish these false assumptions and a smothering of ignorance on the part of the people that have a hard time just coming here to enjoy what this place is meant for, a pure and true reflection of one of the purest and most true people left in this world. Plain and simple. I see Amy every day, still, and I am more in love with her than I ever will be with anyone else in this lifetime, still.
The false hope that I have burned into ashes and have been swept up by the wind, rotted away into the ground, or dissipated up into the sky just isn't true (sorry guys). It's funny to sit back and watch people who think they know Amy, or think they know how thing's are in her life. I will tell you that she has enshrouded herself in a spot in my heart for eternity and ever since will be protected and taken care of while I walk this earth. I have been to that place everyone wants to get to, that elusive place of being the one that she wants to be with and I will tell you that it's one hundred times better than what you sitting there and can ever possibly fathom. We have walked through city streets, quaint little towns, peaceful little villages hand and hand and explored the deepest depths of each other's souls. I have been her last glimpse right before her bright eyes close to rest and I've been her first fuzzy silhouette in the morning. I've seen snowflakes freeze in time around her and a crisp fall breeze drape her soft hair across her beautiful face while she's melted me slowly with her touch. I've frantically wiped and kissed away tears so as to not let any one hit the ground and we've laughed until we've cried. We had Ada together and I feel her every day still, her presence is as real as the tears that fall from my face for her every night.
The point is just have respect for her, have respect for her space and the time that she puts in here, don't turn it into a vehicle for you to judge, confess your love, try to pick her up or use it as anything other than an enjoyable place to get away for a few minutes every day.
