I’m trying to gauge my stance on this situation.
I want to say a lot but I know it means- perhaps a bit more than it would have a month ago- but still not enough to sink to the bottom of your heart core.
My words float, because they hold no weight.
So I must refrain, each time I am with you now. To just feel. To stroke your arm or squeeze you hand. To look into your eyes. Knowing mine are brimming with emotion.
You always said I had the deepest eyes of anybody you ever knew.
Mine are so full of my heart that it leaks out sometimes and they drain down, making snail wet tracks down my cheeks.
I can’t help it. I am in awe of you.
And of me.
and my eyes aren’t the only thing that can feel it.