soaring tumbling freewheeling
that night i got how i sometimes get. after i finish some thing special, like a good movie or a book or play, all i can do is talk about it non-stop, and when i don't talk about it i keep thinking about it and you can see it all over my face. i've learnt that not everyone cares for these kind of conversations that don't lead to anywhere, so i don't really talk about such things anymore. but that night, you listened. you were listening after we left the play, and you were listening to me before too - about how messy my life is right now and how i get worried from time to time. even though they were things i couldn't control. you heard what i wasn't saying, when you told me how good it must feel for someone to be doing what they love, i knew what you were saying. i don't have to hold anything back, because when someone really cares and wants to know more then they don't even need to ask. it might seem like something so small but it meant so much to me.