You

Do you move me??

Your smile can make me tingly on the inside and turn my frown upside down

Your soft hands make mine look like midgets’hands but still make them feel so safe

Your deep voice calms me down and makes me able to relax whenever I’m having a small mental breakdown

Your wit cracks me up and surprises me most of the time

Your arms and mere presence make me feel so loved and so happy, that I sometimes actually feel like exploding

What you give me is exceeded by nothing else I’ve ever known

I love you.


So, yes I’m moved by you…

Music…

The old man slapping his hand on his knee to the beat of the music on the bus.

The old lady humming a sweet melody while gardening in the morning sun.

The little hip hop head skater boy beat boxing on his way to the skate park.

The teenage semi alternative boy dancing quietly and inconspicuously to the music his mp3 plays while he’s waiting for the train to come and he thinks nobody’s watching.

The young adult girls dancing to the music of a clothing store when they walk in and feel like the music deserves to be danced to.


Does it move you?

Truth be told

I’d prefer if you didn’t

I’m afraid that if you can do what you’re doing now, it means that other people might think it’s possible too. That others will, because of you, think it’s ok.

Truthfully, in ways I know it’s possible. In your particular situation I’m not sure yet. I do know a part of me is angry at you and not understanding of what you’re going through.
I want to help you through this and I want to be open minded about it, but I can’t get myself to be. Because if you can do what you’re doing to yours, what’s there to stop others from doing that same thing to theirs at some point?

Letting theirs be overwhelmed and caught off guard unaware of what’s going on and of what might end up happening. I love you, but the thought of me being one of those people, one of those people who is subject to theirs, who gets caught off guard by theirs, scares the shit out of me.

That’s why I can’t get myself to understand the in reality fairly common and kind of logical or understandable way you’re feeling.

Part of me gets it, but another, a bigger part, gets sick at the thought, gets sad at the thought and just wishes it to not be an issue for you, for others and in effect, I wish for it to never have to be an issue for me.

Even if I know it is an issue and it can happen to me…but like you said, when it comes to being real, I’d much rather stick my head in the sand and pretend everything’s just fine.

Now if that ain’t the ultimate way to get caught off guard, I don’t know what is.

I'm sorry...