Meeting' you was fate, being your friend was a choice, and falling' in love with you was way out of my control.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
onehundrednineteen.
Did you know, you caught me by surprise? Swept me right off my fight. Now that I am floating upon the soft, pliable clouds, you have formed my bright and shining sky where your smile is the sun that continues to warm my entire being. Won’t your voice be the soundtrack to the rest of my life, and may your music be written upon my heart for all the pages left to turn in the future. When I’m with you, minutes won’t go slow enough, yet days can’t go fast enough when we are apart. That day though, the tears found their way to my eyes. Tears, filled with awe and joy, in a moment that couldn’t possibly have been more like a dream or been any more real. Maybe I’m saying this too fast. Or am I falling too fast? Though, I must admit, that falling for you seems to be my forte. I won’t deny that I have never felt this way before, and never have I looked forward to every day that has yet to arrive. When we sing, we sing, when we hurt, we hurt, when we dance, we dance, when we love, we love. When the time comes, we must do what is right. I just can’t help feeling like the rain that fills your sky at times, the rain that dampens the day, and chills your night. Of all feelings, this is the worst. I’m sorry. How could you expect that I keep my stance, my state of being from you? Maybe I did bring rain into yesterday, today, and soon the days to come. But one day, I know you will see it wasn’t rain to fill your skies with wretchedness and heartache but it was the rain to fill the ground, help the flowers bloom, to bring a crisp, clean, beautiful sky when the storm drifted away. I love you.