I’m here again. Walking in my own footsteps. At a crossroads.
Disappointment seems to win each time. A feeling of defeat, I surrender. This time.
It’s so difficult to stay still, so easy to move fast. While moving fast I miss things, will I ever get what I want?
A tangible love so thick it fills my soul? I’d spend every minute of the day with you and not get sick of you. Not of the conversation, or the way your upper lip on the left moves a little higher when you speak. The way your white, beautiful teeth look when you smile. Or the way your blue eyes bare into my soul each time you look at me. You let me speak. You listen. You hear.
Hear me. Now. Please don’t be my next disappointment.