Her fingers, long and graceful, glides along with the world, while mine rest upon it like a rock. But nestled within her palm, curved like a good bye hug, they seem to fit just right. I want them to rest there forever.
We are in front of the television. There's a movie playing, a beautiful love story, which makes me happy. I can feel myself smiling involuntarily. I wish I could sit up straighter, unmoved. Watch with a wise and worldly eye. I wish I wasn't so affected. By her presence. By the way it feels to have her next to me. By the way she is smiling back. At me.
I feel like a child. A stupid one, who lets himself go and lets his emotions get the better of him. I feel like I'm setting myself up for a hard and determined fall, with broken bones and splintered emotions.
I love you. It's not something I can hide, though I wish I could. I feel like everything in my world is better and more beautiful because of you. I get scared all the time that I am on some crazy dream that's going to end. Or a masquerade, and you'll soon discover that I'm not some amazing thing, just a really silly guy who has never fallen in love,
and let go of my hand.
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