...You Can Exit Out The Back and Make Your Getaway...
"You've got everyone's attention, what can they say? Do you think that you deserve the best of everything?"- Mae
Being with you is being carefree and without a stressful thought in my mind. You know me better than anyone I've ever encountered. Things about me you don't want to understand, but can. Other things you know clear as day and don't acknowledge. For you, telling me the things you want to say and then covering them up is the way to tell me you feel "it" too. I know this. I don't know anything. It's a complicated situation. But it's the most simple thing, so comprehesible, and I wish I could acknowledge it. For you there are no puzzles, riddles, mysteries to unravel. It's all clear, please tell me I'm not the only one who see's it. My messages don't have "jk" at the end of them, and you know it. Tell me what I need, want, long to hear. I'm waiting...but not forever.
"Overwhelmed by a tide and wanting nothing more....every now and again I get lost in the wind of a dream." -Mae
You make me feel like if everything I have to say matters. Every little blink of the eye that I take, you notice. You don't know who I am. You know exactly what to say, and when. Though I wait for you everyday and just hope, I wish I didn't have to wait and hope in anticipation and then get let down by the distance between us. If there were no you, there would surely be another replica of what is you, however I'd miss missing the thoughts of you. I don't understand myself at times, and I'm sure I confuse you. You say it's my eyes. Maybe because the one person who I see everyday can't tell me the things you do, I believe them and take them in from you and wish I could get that from that one person. I don't want you to confuse the place you hold in my heart with his, it's completely different. One is about love and longing, and yours is about mystery and romance. Two completely different situations. They're exactly the same. I can never tell either one of you the ONE thing I need to say. Because I'm scared of the response I'll get. Let me know it's real.
"In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo." -TS Elliot
It was like swimming in a dream. You know when you're trapped somewhere you wish you could always be and wait for the best part to happen. I was there. It was freeing and warm and right. I can't help it, but it's true. You know, because you've always known. Tell me it's real.
"There will be time, there will be time"
I love you...so much.