True Story -- KP POETRY

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Date Posted: 21:34:40 04/17/03 Thu
Author: khmer guy
Author Host/IP: 24.70.107.226
Subject: True Story

It's been years, and perhaps ten more, since I first came across her. It was during autumn, around August (I think), when it happened. We heard that a new family of immigrants had just arrived at the airport; I too was an immigrant who had just moved from Thailand to come to Canada. But unlike them, I had moved the year prior. Fascinated by the news, and by the thrill of seeing others like ourselves, my family and I travelled to the airport to greet them.
I arrived with my mother, clasping her hand tightly as I struggled to stay awake. We approached what seemed to be a desolate waiting area of the airport very wet, and very cold due to the horrible weather. After waiting several minutes, and then several minutes more with our sponsors and few friends, they arrived.
I counted one, two, three, four, five. There was five amongst the family, a little girl, two boys, and two parents. They seemed to be full of fatigue and though tired myself, I managed to take a peek. I looked around and saw my first glimpse of her. I remember her as cute, shy, and quite beautiful. She was my age, five, slim, elegant, and little. She had a sweater, and blue jeans on then (I think). Her hair was black with brown highlights, her skin was brown and lightly tanned, and her cheeks were flushed; I guess it was because of the weather. But to me her eyes were the one thing that made her cute then, and the one thing that made her beautiful now; they had a special glow to them, brown, and set with a kind of radiance that filled my heart every time I looked into them. It seemed that I was fascinated with her. And now thinking about it, if I had thought of such things then, it would have been easy to predict that she was going to be beautiful when she grew up.
Not soon after their arrival did I have the pleasure of meeting her face to face. We went to separate schools in our little town. And though occasionally I would have a chance to see her, it was only when her family had visited mine that I could see her for more than a fraction at a time. On those many occasions, we at last met. She told me her name was Sothy; "Sothy, what I pretty name!" I told myself.
I remember we never really talked to one another for more than an instance. I guess we - no, I never knew what to say, what to do. And it is strange really, all we ever seemed to do was glance at one another from time to time. And even though most of the time I seemed distant towards her, it was only when we were like that, that I felt close to her. Years have passed by since then, and of course things have changed, especially my feelings for her. But overall, it is how I have acted throughout the years that pains me the most; how could I have been such a fool
to her, to myself? I just want to tell that I'm sorry for being such a pain, such an ass . . .
"If I have said anything to make you sad, Sothy, then please know that I never meant any of it."
"If I have done anything to hurt you, Sothy, then please know that I didn't mean to."
It was two summers ago when I first realized how much she means to me. We (her family and mine) were out on a trip out to Banff, in Alberta. We went hiking and sight seeing. It was during the hike when it hit me. She was posing for a picture along with my sister. I stared at
her, I smiled, and just couldn't believe how unbelievable beautiful she was. I wanted to kiss her, wanted to tell her how I felt. But I just couldn't. I know she loves another.
Over the years I have written many poems and letters regarding Sothy (I could never write one that could really explain how I felt). She has been a part of my life for so many years; I must admit she still holds my heart. And she has been my all in all it seemed. And though dreams of her still plague my mind, she will always stay a part, and be a part of my life.
Soon I'll have to say goodbye, and leave the love I have behind me. It's sad really, she may never know. I'll just leave without saying a word. If I did tell her that I love her, then I believe that she would never speak to me again. It would just upset her way too much. I could
never do that to her. It's just better to say goodbye, no matter how hard it may be . . .
"Step by step I want to take your hand but to show someone you care for so much that you want to be with them, is a thought I cannot think of, because to me, it is the time that will falter, not my love, not mine. . ."

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