Is he…
different than I expect?
different from what I imagine?
I know…
It needs to be about how I feel.
How I’m treated.
Looked at.
Spoken to.
Cared for.
Loved.
That it…
Must be differerent.
Than all others.
Not arrogant.
Not for show.
Simple.
In the best way.
Easy.
As it should be.
Paced.
As I needs it to be.
“Feel don’t think…”
She says to me.
“Stop thinking. Just feel”
She continues.
“He is coming.
Imagine him here.
Make your future…
your present.
Literally.
Figuratively.”
It has been some time. We are together, but still figuring out. I lay intertwined in your arms, in my bed. Our bodies so comfortably separate, yet together. The tears well up in my eyes and my heart aches. The words are urning to be expressed, but my throat won’t let them be heard. It…
One swipe. Right. An uncanny familirariy. Same words. Language. So open. Free. For me. No rules. I am following the rules she told me to: “Don’t think. Feel.” “You are the only one that makes your rules.” “Don’t let other’s rules, rule you.” These are guides that I am living by. I knew you would…
I love you. But I am not in love with you. I deserve the first impression you, not the real you that seeped through. The persona you wooed me with in the midst of the grander of it all. You swept in. And knocked the everything out of me. You drew me in with all…
We swipe right on each other, overtime. We are drawn to each other. It’s an unhealthy cycle. But we do it over and over. Why? Why do we do that? For me. It’s so familiar. So comfortable. But it is so unhealthy. Do you mean to be mean? I don’t think you do. You hide…
I think of you every day. Wishing you were here. Wanting you by my side. Wondering.. Who you are? Where you are? Why you’re not here? What will you look like? Smell like? Taste like? Sound like? Feel like? Dreaming of what I think might be you. And being disappointed date after date when it’s…
Do you care? What others think? Does it sculpt… how you feel… about you? Why do we do that? What are we void of? What do we need? Why put so much value of the opinion of others? Why not value me?