Mar 05, 2008 01:53
I was never afraid of you, and for me that's saying something.
It was so unusual at first that it frightened me.
I still don't know quite what to make of that instant recognition, both times that we met, met for the first time. Twice. Before I knew you, I knew your voice.
I skinned my knee in a fit of shyness to avoid running into you. But I got into your car and knew it was okay.
Sometimes I wonder if it will be easier after, when we are free to love people damn the consequences fuck reciprocalities and disclosure and remorse.
(
dear (tentatively) you,
i wish i knew what it is you need,
so that i
could find it for you
)