Knowing her, I want to be a better man.

Perhaps my excitement was due to the fact I was in a foreign land and she a foreign girl. She unconsciously made me a better man, an honest man. Fallen in love I now leave with a broken heart. To us it is the small things that matter - talking, listening, building snowmen, painting canvas. I remember house sitting with her, such a beautiful home. How I would pretend it was our home. We would meet. We would greet. We would kiss. As we each chopped vegetables for dinner we would talk. Sitting on the back steps we have such a beautiful view of the mountains. As she sits by my side our bodies press against each other. Feeling how in love I am. Knowing I want to share a home with her for the rest of my life.Simply knowing she exists I strive to be a good man - thank you, you. Her parents did well in naming her. She is truly angelic.