It’s all or nothing, I know of no other way to be with you.
So I write it all down, those things I can’t say. I record the words for a later day, a record of events and how you got me to feel this way.
These aren’t words you need to see, but just know that everything about us means so much to me.
I wonder how you can keep doing this, it’s been over a year now.
These little chats we have are incredible and I don't want to lose that.
Your words go deep through my veins, pumping hot blood through my heart to my head.
My heart starts doing this dance, palipating and overflowing.
My brain gets fuzzy and won’t focus on anything but the memories of your voice, your flesh, your smell.
It’s really quite ridiculous to feel this way, to want more than the memory provides.
But then some days it seems like my desires may be reciprocated, like the love we both claim.
It seems like most days our heartbeats match and then suddenly there’s an arrhythmia and we’re off in separate directions with different people.
While we are still saying the same “I love you” and the same “I miss you.”