How come you can wait for so long with no one paying attention to you, not even looking at you, feeling like you are a failure in the love and all of a sudden there is the great flood? In a perfect world it would be evenly dispersed and evened out over time, love would be constant...but much like nature, the trees never grow uniformly.
However, I replay those touches, those times when everything is frozen. Where your hair stands on end and you feel a rush of excitement when they feel you. When they brush by you and touch you. When you can smell them long after they leave. When it seems like you are the only person in the world just for that day. When you can't help but think what it would be like to spend the day with them in bed, counting the stars on the ceiling and wishing that time wouldn't move so fast. When they come up behind you and wrap their arms around you when you don't expect it. When they play with your hair, whisper in your ear, look at you innocently, and all you want to do is stay in the moment forever. When will they call? When can I see them again? What will it feel like next?
Whoever said that sunshine is happiness has never danced in the rain.
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