big feelings

Portland OR

Description

August was ending, the hot summer slipping right through our fingers. I was content to watch the days pass, sunrises turning into sunsets. Then, I met you, and August turned into the hottest September I could imagine. My addictive personality won't let me stop thinking about you. It's unhealthy, probably, but I dare anyone who's seen your eyes in the candlelight of a dimly lit bar, felt the softest first kiss of your lips on mine, to not be obsessed. Am I too eager to be loved? Blinded by years of loneliness, unable to see you clearly? Maybe. I convince myself that the way you hold my hand means that you really care. That maybe I'm not just a shiny new toy, but a part of your puzzle that you've been missing. I want to know you, but I think you're afraid of being hurt, and hurting me. I promise I'll be gentle if you let me hold your heart, even for a moment. I wonder sometimes, why I love so easily, why I give it away so freely? My soft heart has been bruised before, purple marks fading to yellow over time. Maybe you need my love, but maybe I'm projecting, because I think I need your love, too. As Summer turns to Fall, I hope your feelings don't die like the leaves. Each season is a new beginning, and I like our story so far.