it's a number.
it's a date.
it's a girl.

enchanting.
wonderfully made,
exquisite.

salmon and sushi,
root beer floats,
touched by an angel.

it's 2 in the morning.
phone calls with
laughter.

it's eyes that follow.
lips that caress.
tears that
stream.

maybe love.
we're lucky,
aren't we?

something says
goodbye.
it isn't
me.

If this feeling flows both ways?

watching this movie I think made me realize
that not only will it get better
it will also get worse- one day it won't just be unrequited love
one day someone and I will have lived together,
breathed together, and something will tear us apart so
we can no longer coexist- someday I will cry myself to sleep
and during the day will feel nothing but brokenness
someday I will have places to go that remind me of them
and smells that make my chest heave
someday my hands will be warm from holding theirs
someday I will wake up next to someone I love
and the next day I won't.