"I'm falling in love with me all over again!"
The beginning...when it's in it's infancy...when you find everything fascinating...when you hang on their every word...when you see their name in your caller ID and get excited...when you smile for no reason at all...when it's all you think about...when you count the minutes until you're together again...when nothing else matters. The addicts' definition of a new relationship.
Recently, my best friend came to my neck of the woods to visit a new "potential" suitor. As I made my way to the city to meet them, I was excited for her, for this new inspiration in her life. During our time together, I observed them closely. The way he looked at her. The way she smiled at him. The way he held her hand, opened doors, made her laugh. Their vibe was so strong and present, yet so intimate and personal. The above quotes are a few of her expressions on the experience so far. It's a privilege to bear witness to something like that. Usually, it brings you back to a time in your own life when that was you...testing the waters...figuring it out...falling...
My own reflection took me to a poem I wrote. Now I'm no poet, but I needed a way to organize my thoughts. Ironically, that's the name of the poem.
My Thoughts
I look at you, and see a sea of endless possibilities. Moments of passion suspended in the balance-our balance. Your eyes speak that which your tongue chooses not. Your touch is familiar like a favorite song, and your kiss...your kiss sends me soaring on cloud nine.
High like crystal meth in virgin veins, my mind spins; and gets caught in its own web of emotions: intrigue, excitement, desire and fear. Your arms represent my soul's protection. In our solace, time is unwavering. Your yin and my yang fuse to create a beautiful melody to which only we know the words. Time, stand still...
Call me crazy, right? But am I? Crazy to feel like this? Crazy to crave our emotional connection deeper? Crazy to believe my soul has met its mate-that you could be or are the one?
Damn. Maybe I am crazy.
Our souls speak in a language of their own. The connection is so deep, so real. The sun has just risen on our time; we're still crawling on all fours. I long for the day when morning becomes noon, and, our unstable crawl becomes a confident stride; our 4 legs become 2-one of yours and one of mine to stand together as one.
You're the blue line in my red sky; my sun at midnight, my moon in the morning. My complete compliment in every way...
I've made my decision. No more wasted time or deliberation. Simply stated: I want you.
It's a beautiful thing...
