Everywhere I travel to, it seems as if the road is meant for only two. More than anything, I attempt to paint the picture in my dreams where it's me and my love. I possess so much material that it's almost too much at times. One thing I know and believe, though, is that there can never be too much love. In other words, my thoughts portraits remain of you...
Is there a reason for my lack of concern toward our situation. Two folks carrying the same hearts but living different lives; at this point and time. But there is always later. It's said that the distance between loved ones is what captures them running back into each others arms later, yet faster than before. If you could only consider the two of us. I'm clearly not over you and you, clearly not through with me. We'll cross that bridge again someday...
I recall a memory that speaks rhythms and beats in my heart. I know you remember my childish reaction after I held your face and kissed your lips as you held my excited body. And I still couldn't stop holding your hands because had I, I would have fainted from shock and disbelief. And as you finally start your car, through your review vision, I'm jumping, screaming, dancing. I'm in 2nd grade again. Only this time, I'm with the love of my life and not the friend of my day. You felt it too. And you still do. Which is why you shouldn't just read this; you should FEEL THIS AND RESPOND...
written 5/18/2010
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