To be heartbroken
But too strategic
To say how I feel
I'm too intelligent to expect change
Yet too foolish not to still want it
I'm too kind to be respected
And far too "nice" to ever be truly loved
Love is tricky that way
Some may even describe it as "political"
Ah, yes, the crux of the matter--
Yours, Mine and Ours
Human perspective is everything, isn't it?
My favourite part so far:
Falling in love.
Hands-down, even though it's only happened once
Once is enough (if you get it back in return)
I dream of that moment...
I wish I knew
If 'twere possible
To have the person you love, love you back (in equal measure)
If I see him again, I'll tell him
That's what I told myself anyway
Meanwhile, when he asked
I pretended it was unwitting, an accident
But it wasn't...it was wonderful
He was wonderful
Wonder what would've happened if I'd been braver?
I just didn't know what to say
Or, how to say it
I only know how I feel
It's utterly glorious
The "us" that emerges when we're together
(apparently, there is no "us" otherwise...)
More's the shame
I still laugh to think of it though:
He looked at the time and said,
"That was an intense three hours,"
Not knowing I was holding back
Or, that I could have gone on for another twelve
Before sleep interrupted
I never wanted it to end...neither did he
He closed his eyes tightly, pulling me into him
As if trying to memorize the moment
As if trying to memorize me
Perhaps to keep him warm during the long, long winter ahead?
Then again, perhaps he knew something I didn't...
Just now, the clock blinked a blue "9:22"
His numbers add up to #229
The house where I lived (and awakened) in Atlanta was #229
My bestselling book was released on 9.22
And the new year is 2020
Yet another "22"...Master Builders seem to abound!
But, will I?
I dearly hope so, at least in matters of love
For, (my) Life (my love) is relatively meaningless without it.