Emotion on the Rise.

You can't refuse truth. Or, at least, I couldn't. The truth pours forth out of me as freely as it comes to mind. Never before did your reaction to the truth affect how I handled it. This, however, is so different. Holding these words has begun to diminish outer thought. It limits what I can breathe in. It incubates a shy nervousness that sleeps so deeply within me that I forgot it even existed. But to feel it beneath my skin is so reassuring. Refreshing. Emotion on the rise. I interrogate this emotion so thoroughly that it begins to swell and bruise. But it came so quick. I know now that it was effortless, so effortless to feel this way about you. Something of your essence completes a piece of the mural with vibrant color. I wanted to make sure that the notion wasn't where the answer was held. All along I knew that it had long before evolved through notion and into occurrence. You are wanted, and you are beautiful. Our lips - they brush having our innards just blended, and the touch becomes so powerfully chemical and compelling. What I love about you has always remained the same. Do you know what you do to me? You make me smile. Not only that, you affix a smile to every part of me.

I was afraid of being the one-sided. You told me not to worry. I questioned, but you answered. And now I can't get you out of my head. I guess it was written nearly two years ago - you're supposed to be there. I love you.