On The Contrary

Our hands slip together like a finished puzzle and it’s remarkable how complete you can feel just from a simple touch.

It’s remarkable, even, to think about how much you can feel at one time. I’ve noticed it can be as chaotic as a tornado with so many things flaring up all at once, or even as simple as one word flashing, like an Exit sign right in front of your eyes.

More often than not I’m a raging sea full of things even I barely know about. More often than not, I couldn’t begin to describe all that I’m holding in my brain, or in my heart. Yet through the miracle of my fingers, I can at least get some of them out.

So this is what I think my love really is. It’s both as simple and as complicated as putting one letter after the other to find it’s right place. Easy enough to know what it is when you have it, but excruciatingly painful to figure out how to push it past trembling lips.

When I smile at you when you catch me staring, or when I can’t seem to go one second without touching you, I hope you hear the words I can’t seem to find in my vocabulary. I hope with every other word I can find, you can piece together my meaning behind it.

Just bear with me, won’t you, while I figure out how to un-complicate a single, simple phrase.

Because I swear I feel it.


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