There are times when I am rocketed by fear. My heart, my happiness, all that I am and hope to be, stands at the edge of your fingertips.
Once in a while, insecurities manifest, and I am a deer caught in headlights.
I see you letting go,and the fall is so long,so dark.
But you catch me, right before I am consumed by these debilitating thoughts.
I am reminded that you are mine,and we are real.
Spring was stealing surreptitious glances at AG.
Sitting two rows over, three seats up.
It was the galloping palpitations of my heart
whenever I walked passed his desk,
and the silly grin that blossomed on my face
every time we talked.
Spring was the fresh giddiness of falling for AG. Continue reading Seasons