You’re hard to capture.

I cannot hold the depths of your soul in the palm of my hand without losing sight of your smile or the way your love lives in your eyes. You change too fast for me to put it all down on paper, and I feel like every conversation turns you into a new person, a more radiant person. I will continue to chase my tail in infinite circles as I try to put you down on paper. I will record my observations of how pretty your hair looks after it’s been jumbled while you sleep or how my clothes look more comfortable when they’re draped over your skin. I will scribble little love poems on the backs of receipts and in the palm of your hand, trying to tell you how lucky I feel to steal some of your time. But, none of these things feel like enough.

You’re too hard to capture.

It’s a beautiful experience to try and capture you anyways.