Seven

My heart aches for you, did you know that?
It throbs and beats and struggles to stay in sync with yours.
Every single day, you are there, in every passing moment.
You talk, talk about the most interesting things, and I find myself not even listening.

Whenever you talk. Whenever you listen to me.

You are there, you’re there.

Sometimes when you’re talking I feel like my chest will explode if I don’t kiss you, right then, in the middle of your sentence, so we’re surrounded by the words you have said, and the words you were about to say. And it shouldn’t end, because we breathe together now.

You are… it makes me cry when I think about you. No, it doesn’t, it makes me sob, deep, heart wrenching sobs.

Every time we cry, we cry an average of 28 tears. I cry with you, and it feels more like a thousand, a million. Either that, or nothing, as you kiss the tears from my face even before they even start pouring out of my eyes.

Are we similar? We are, but we are so different.

You have a different smile, the most different smile I’ve ever seen. I’ve never seen a smile like that before.

And, I hope, I pray that smile is for me.

This entry was written on June 14, 2007 by Mandy. It is about/includes mentions of life, people. You can leave a comment, or trackback from your own site.