when i think of you, or see a picture of you, the first thing that comes to me is the way you smelled, i don't know how to discribe this smell, but i know that in this fragrance, was the smell of spray fixer, and chyanne peppers. you always hid from the world, and even from me. i wonder some times, as anyone ever really known you? has anyone seen or touched you soul. i know you are afraid, afraid of being venerable and of being hurt, but you have to open up or you soul might die out of loneliness. i miss you so much some times. the you that you were when we were alone, the you you were in Colorado those crisp fall days. you seemed lighter then, i know that you hide your beauty, i don't know why, but do understand it. but i wish you would let some one see it. the type of beauty you cant fake. like getting caught in a rain storm, make up washed away, hair the way it wants to be. once in a while i use to see this you. when it was hot and late at night, whey we were the only ones wake in the world. when you slept. and when you cooked. i feel blessed that i got to see a part of you that i don't thinks shows much at all, and i wonder how many people have gotten to see this you. I pray that there are people who you trust enough to just be you.
love always,
Emelee
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