eight

i wish i had Them... the Words, you know.

thinking of you. holding your hand, Fingers interlaced. internalizing every Moment, a clip to be replayed. not agonizing, merely acknowledging. kindness is the air of the hour. i am still in Awe.

letting in whatever comes along is the most vulnerable thing, the most Valuable thing. only i Know i am not the only one. Vulnerable... the most difficult thing i have ever attempted to be. everything about it is Terrifying. you know that though; you get me.

our Rhythm is perfect. unchanging, ever Changed.