...And It Was Good

[copingwithcows]

I wore him out.. that never happens... I wore him out completly... that has never happened.

I thought that it mattered what was said. I thought it mattered how you looked at someone. What your face said. What your mounth said.

I was wrong.

Meter... when marked is life.....everything is chess.

But I was wrong.

We've digresed.We have pasted by the measured moments that you plan in your head a million times. We are no longer adorable... no longer quartered.

If the person you love asked you, " If you could say anything with no concecquences, what would you say?" What do you say?... how long do you think about your answer, how long is too long? how long until you've run the numberes on the possible outcomes of your answer? And then when you answer then is it genuine? Is it what you would really say?

I measured my answer... measured its outcome.... measured the moment...inhaled; ready to give over nothing....looked into his eyes, and surprized myself with the words that came from my mouth. What came out of me, was not my measured response. This was honest, and real, and unmeditated.

I thought it was meter and mark... expectable, predictable, measured.....but I was wrong.

It was love.