Like a Plastic Bag Drifting Through the Wind.

We all need someone. But it's the people we need to fill those other portions of your heart. I need you. You fill that portion of my heart. Letting it make ruckus and messes with love. So why not make a moment. A moment in which we later look upon and know that we will always have it. It may not make sense but what does? Maybe it will just always make sense to us. Us, oh it sounds so...beautiful. Let's start over. There has been so much time between us. I want to see you. The new you. I'm ready. I am going to shower and slip into something pretty. Then run after you. Run until I begin to gasp for air. When breathing is irrelevant. Although halfway there its all going to shatter. Every thought. Every moment. Every time there was an "us." The moment I will come to some realization that chance has vanished. It has drifted away as you did. Just another bag flying away with the wind.

Exposed.

She's scared of her vulnerability shrinking her mind. Not that love is mediocre but powerful. It can make or break a person. She's scared that she will become all bones and no skin. Naked. Naked in a sense that her heart will be easily ripped out of her chest. She's scared that one stimulis touch can cause her to become weak for more. But I do not discourage you. Love is not mediocre but powerful.

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Impacts In Life

Sensational. You and I. As you come closer to me I can feel such warmth. Getting closer. As thoughts run through my mind, is this real? Getting closer. Continuously reminding myself to breathe. My body aching for your touch until you took a hold of waist and pulled me closer. As I exhale, you are now right in front of me. I know you can hear my heart racing as if this would be the last moment I would remember. My heart pounding until the pressure of your body forcing it back into my chest. Although, it is not the only element out of place. These small wrinkled hands of mine are touching every ounce of your body, but one thing in particular, the silhouette of your face. My hands placed lightly on your cheeks as I gazed in your eyes. Sometimes I could not gaze for too long or else I would simply be lost. You smiled. I pressed my lips firmly against yours giving my heart a sense of warmth each time. The entire structural elements of my body became weak and fragile at your touch. I could no longer oppose of these feelings. They weaseled their way into my veins and lingered with every word spoken. I'm falling in love with every kiss you placed on my forehead and hands. Every time you lightly ran your finger tips up and down my arm. Every moment there was seconds of silence following the words, I love you. At that these significant moments of time, nothing in the world mattered more. I felt as if we could conquer all with something so powerful as this. How could a love so strong only be left to a phrase as "the past." Its irrelevant the age this experience had came along. It took us by surprise, but those are most special impacts in life. Love is special in that way. Just skipping along until it finds a time we need it most.

A Tipped Glass of Wine

Breathe in and breathe out because I'm saying it all now. I'm so in love with you. Those few words bring a rainfall of tears just whispering them. I'm breaking down. Its like you do not hear it in my voice. I'm lacking everything you gave me. Who would have thought that someone, one person, one being, can make you even happier than you were. Make life glisten like glitter and butterflies flutter at the moment you meet again. Not me. But love caught a grasp of me allotting a little air to breathe. It gave me everything and nothing. I'm not trying the shatter the ever so pleasant thought of love. It really is almost everything that is spoken of it. However, my ending is not all happy.

Your voice contained a hit of enthusiasm to the sound of my voice. Yes, that's me smiling. Just hearing you speak whether its about a song, movie, or nothing at all simply gives me a feeling of utter happiness. Its a bit pathetic. But there is just something that makes feel so close but so far. Maybe its the past six years in a box of almost picturesque memories mixed with reality. But there is still some unfinished business. I know you must feel it too. Lingering on the tip of your tongue each time we speak. Just spit it out. Whether it is falsehood of my thoughts or accurateness of them. Something must be spoken soon because this unfinished business needs to be a tied knot.

I heard it in your voice once; quivering as you let the words pour. That's the exact moment I knew you felt it in your heart too. Why not just acknowledge it? Do you really feel that way about her? Or is she just something you feel obligated to stay with? I know the answer to that one. Why would such words give you a hard time if something was not right about them. Just a thought.

Breathe in and breathe out. Breaking down with every breathe I take in and every letter I tap on the keyboard. One human being made me feel drenched it love. Just one. Is that why its so hard to release from my hold? The tears have stopped now. Save me. Drench me in your love, make me weak with every kiss, and melt to your touch. Breathe. Say it all now and speak only truthful words. Lets finally tie the knot to this rope pulling all this unfinished business into clear sight. I hope you see it. Right within every space and after every word. I miss you.