PoeticaL's PoetrY diary

I love that I never stop and wonder if you’re thinking about me. I love that you talk to me every day because I want to hear from you every day. I love that you don’t smother me but you never leave me looking at blank walls wondering if it’s ok that I am wondering where you are. I never have to wonder in angst or fear. I love that everything I say seems to be something you think about at the time or at least ponder sometime later. I’m terrified that I love these things the way I do. I am fearful that I say too much and am quiet too little. But I am being me. I have decided that history is history and in the end all I want to be towards you today and tomorrow and every sentence thereafter is just me. I am just being me. And it feels so amazingly beautiful to have that feel just right. To have that be just enough. It feels as simple as the blue sky. As complex as how that same sky holds the clouds without hands. Somehow a little too magical to be real but it is. And yet it’s as simple as having a friend feels. I never question you because you give me answers before I need them, before I seek them, before I can even think I see that they are no where to be found. I love that I have only one breath of holy terror before I hit send. I love that you say “no end” “to be continued”. I love that somehow because of you I still want to believe.

I never had this. I feel blessed.