The breathless suspension between 'almost' and '
forever'.
The terrifying choice to trade the safety of the ink for the
reality of the pulse, to not just writing about the
magic and finally choose to live it.
I’ve been thinking about you.
Truth is, you scared me too. You were unbelievable... I pushed back just like you because I thought it was too good to be
true.
But I went against my instincts because of YOU. I didn't analyze your accounts, your friends, or your past like I usually do. I just chose to trust you. Whatever happened before or the silence in between didn't matter...I felt you were honest.
I want you to understand one thing clearly: I have options. I always have. I didn’t choose you out of loneliness,
boredom, or curiosity. Among everyone and everything, I chose you with my
soul.
That is why your silence hurts. I understand the urge to run when things get
deep, I felt it too. But I stayed.
I’m tired of looking for pieces of you in UD definitions. You know I love words-it’s my profession-but I need more than just literature.
I need something
real.
I’m not here to pressure you. I just hope you realize that you weren't just 'someone' I found; you were the only
one my
heart recognized.
The
door is open, but I won't chase. If you feel the same, meet me in real life. I hope with all my
soul that you cross that 'verge' and come to me. Simple and assumed.