From the Heart

Sometimes I feel invisible as ghost, watching you from far away… raging, laughing…toying, or tolerating. You're passing me inattentively, or simply scolding my presence... Other times, I am the one to forsake you, when I let you go by without holding on to you.
Forgive me, I humbly forget how beautiful you are. But you can still take my breath away when you make them smile, or when you make me cry. It's like a slap I get, to remember never to underestimate you again. I won't… for now.