Dani my dear, I made a mistake not expressing how I felt about you.
I miss those days when we danced in the cool summer evenings, buzzed from the wine, listening to the beat you made with your small Colombian feet stomping the hardwood.

I miss the quiet drives when we first met. I took you around the lake  during the Fall when the red leaves swirled in our wake.
Your long straight hair, jet-black, flowed downward resting on your chest; you were beautiful. You were beautiful against an orange blazing sunset with that long black hair and your tanned skin accenting that blue lake.

I miss the way you looked at me. Your deep brown eyes had something I couldn't touch or explain. I miss the way you'd smile when I'd become speechless looking into those eyes. I miss the way we hugged each other, as if each time was the first and last, how we used to stand holding each other.

I knew you wanted me to overcome my inner demons and kiss you and hold you and make love to you and caress you. Oh how badly I wanted to, every inch of me wished for me to give in to you. I wanted to love you. I wanted to love you.

I miss how you knew I couldn't bring myself to love you. I miss how you knew I had demons that tortured me, keeping me from loving you. My passion battling my reasoning.

I'm so sorry Dani... I think about you everyday and I failed to create something special between us. Something more special than the special relationship I had the honor having with you.

I miss you DanieLa