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My Confession - Love Letter to Streetball

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Published on Apr 13, 2012

My Confession

When I got introduced to you the very first time, I instantly knew this will become a relationship of indestructible infatuation. The captivation that flew through me, warmed me up in a way, I have only experienced it before, back when I first saw daylight. Every part of you is full of grace.

Your presence has never become routine. I still always feel like being with you the first time, the very first second. I have always looked to you in my mind full of devotion, great respect and full of fear. Fear, that this could be an unimaginable dream under the never ending firmament. Something like a subconscious wish for something, in reality I could only pray for.

The irresistible picture you painting- till this day of my life, that's art on a different level felt through my soul.
Your are is hypnotizing, mysterious, glamorous, sparkling, tender, gracious, perfervid, mysterious, enthusiastic, passionate, glamorous and inspiring. Affecting, moving, peaceful, overwhelming, ingrained, so complex, freeing, kind, unique, calm, keen, sensitive, touching, devoted, loving, understanding, protective...yes...that's the keyword..."protective".

My affection hurts from time to time because my perception might never be able to understand your beauty. When colors turn into rainbows, even raindrops cry.

My heartbeat sounds like the ball bouncing off on the asphalt of a dribble. My dreams grew inside the hole. The ball became water, which would veil me until this very hour.

I always knew I would be the last one standing out of my crew. I knew that the Ballers I grew up with will turn their backs on you someday, it was only a matter of time. Walking away from that, what has always been so good to me. Even though new ones found to you, the reflection of myself regarding my affection to you is like an orphan child and I feel deep disappointment and heartbroken about every single one who left you. It kinda got me questioning loyalty, dedication and truth.

When I was a child, you took my hand and lead my way, regardless the life conditions.
I remember bright light shining out the void between your and my palm of our hands. Colorful as the polar lights, promising as the gloss of the first shaft of sunlight on a newborn day. They say silence is the loudest scream, so I dont ned to ask if you hear me or if you understand me.

With you chaos seems to be so well formed and grief which turned into pain would have no longer a way to move into darker shadows.
I slept on the asphalt; I spend all my hours on there with you, night and day.
My refuge, my life, my love...

When the curtains of my life close, you will remain inside of that what I have been. Shaped through you and left by you because I would never have attempted to look another way.

Yours forever. Chris

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