I can’t seem to find the right words to express how I feel;
mostly about you, but about other things too. I just wish it was
normal to want to talk about someone for hours and days, like a
pinwheel blowing incessantly, so long as the wind gives it the attention it
craves. And I do, I crave more than attention that comes in gusts.
I want undying affection, retention of passion and intimate
moments, folded under piles of whispered secrets and
frightened ‘I love yous’, afraid only that someone could not possibly
love you back, with the same fervor you feel before you sleep.
I cannot promise much, but I can promise you this –
when you close your eyes in the dark of your room, and feel as if
no one knows, the wisps of your thoughts creep into my mind and I
love you back. I can promise you that. c.d.