I once had a girlfriend,
I still love her so.
She’s talented, gorgeous,
she’s smart, and she’s fun,
her skin is amazing,
she cooks like a pro.
We dated long distance
For three years or so.
We texted and talked,
no FaceTime before.
Our love was the greatest,
huge dreams and much hope.
We moved here together
and called it our home.
She faced stormy weather
when trying to work.
We’re both educated
in Science and Arts,
but luck shines upon those
who hold a green card.
I did her a solid,
I took care of her,
but then I felt pressured,
things started to change.
Her magic was fading.
She was getting sick.
The symptoms included
becoming a bitch.
They call it “the black dog”
and sometimes “the blues”.
She lived in a nightmare
and now I was too.
I wanted to leave her,
I just felt like crap.
Who are you and where is
The Love Of My Life?
We’ve grown and made progress,
this was just a test.
The story continues,
stay tuned for the rest.