Type. Type. Type.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
I do not know how to write how I feel.
You make me crazy…er.
I want to paint this beautiful portrait of how you have opened up my monotonous life.
I want you to be able to see how easily you can make my day.
But I can’t think of the words.
I have the image in my head,
But my mouth is not able to speak.
My mind is not able to form sentences.
I do not know which way is up and which way is down.
I do not know what is right and what is wrong.
This feeling you have left me with is one that I wish to never let go of…that I know.