You had this haze filling up the room. I couldn't seem to trample through the maze without following your laughter. I sat still and molasses like as I watched the colors bounce from floor to walls back onto you.
The stiffness in my smiling cheeks was a soreness that helped me enjoy the realness of those moments. The thoughts running dialogue through my tethered mind wanted to pour out into the reality of then but they held steady inside.
Wondering what if I could just let loose, melt enough to spill on your floor the ideas of conversation between us. I wanted to loosen control so... badly... to the point that you would have a front row seat to the inner workings of me.
Always a thinker, an analyzer, a day dreamer.
Snapping back into the now of then every so often I was scared. Scared to believe that a situation I have been embarrassingly replaying for months in my dreams had come to fruition. Not wrapping my mind around the truth in front of me that I was here and you were here and this was.
It's a vulnerable confession that I had gained extreme pleasure in just your company.
In just your single company.
I wish I could stop doubting the perception you have of me, but even more so I wish I could actually know. In straight lined bold words, I wish I could read out loud what it is of me you see.