love is a fragile thing

i love your -lys when we are on the phone. how badly you want me when ordinary people would say so bad. i love the sound of your voice no matter what you are saying. i love it when you speak softly and you voice gets low. and i love you blowing smoke circles in my car, a cigarette in your hand and to your lips and the smoke on your breath when you kiss me. silly. unreasonable. why do i feel this way about every little thing you do, every single thing you are?

i looked at you for a long time in the theatre light. and i love everything. i could look at you for days. i could be perfect with you. happy. i am already. how long can it last? can it last? it feels possible. it feels likely even. and i am jaded and doubtful about love right now. i am suspicious and on my best behavior. i am being very careful with my heart, but i can't stop it.

i need you to know, but i have no words to make you understand. and maybe i would seem crazy anyway, but i don't think you would see it as crazy. i think you would believe me and think it was wonderful. i could be wrong. i can see you feeling the same way, so maybe there is no need for expression. you must be. or i would be crazy.

i feel the need to hold on, but how to when so much is in the way? and then i feel like i need to stay independent, unwavering, but how can i take the risk of losing you? you already are so much of me. so much a complement to me, i should say.

so i'm excited for our life. i'm losing the feeling of whatever happens is for the best and now i can only see how much i need you. i love you. you make me crazy. and you want to experience life with me. i can't imagine anything better. i try not to say too much. don't want to hold you to words uttered in the dark. in real life you are not yourself. and i never want you unless it is just like this. i can't imagine it changing, but i know anything is possible. and i want you to be sure. i don't want to pressure you into anything with my enthusiasm. i know love is a fragile thing.

happy endings

when i close my eyes, i can see your face.
and i wonder when did this happen, when did you become a part of me?

i love the little things about you. i love the things that are you. i love everything about you. and i realize that i must love you.

i love the way your eyes turn different colors. sometimes both perfectly in sync, sometimes so subtly shades off. i might not notice from across the room, but only with you close.

i love the way you frown when you first contemplate good news, like you have to hide the excitement until you're sure enough to smile. and how i love your smile.

i love the way the longing i felt always disappeared when i met you, suddenly and completely. it took my breath away. it scares me how utterly perfect you are to me. how much i want to make you happy. how i want show you everything you've shown me. how i don't even think about hiding from you. anything. i am just the way i am.

i love the way you think of things that ordinary people do not. the way you are not ordinary at all. you are so very wonderful, and still so real. so perfectly magical.

your touch drives me insane. your hands are magic. how do you know me so well, know exactly what i need? so perfectly compatible. you take my breath away, show me dimensions i never knew existed. sometimes i hesitate to touch you, because i can't possibly do to you what you are doing to me. but i have to. i love so much your skin, your hands, your hair. i love to feel you. to have you in my arms. to have you close to me.

and i don't think it will be fine anymore. i think it will be perfect. happy endings guaranteed.

endless

funny how quickly life can change. how you can meet someone who turns all of your so far dreams into random thoughts. who opens an endless possibility of what your dreams could be. shows you how to find the world you only imagined existed. and so suddenly you forget everything that's past. and without your history, you are no one. that's what life is right now. endless possibility...