Dear Friend,
I am filled with bliss scribbling you this note, I feel safe knowing you don’t know me. You only feel my touch, get stained with my inks and tears, listen and understand my thoughts. It feels good to call you my friend because friends tell each other their truths. Although, you won’t be able to tell me yours, but I am willing to tell you mine. Everything.
Since I got back from the award party last night, I can’t help but be drunk in the way I feel. I wish I could tell you how often his name comes to the tip of my tongue, how many times I’ve found myself thinking of everything he said to me last night.
If it was just a brief encounter,
why do I remember you every now and then?
I don’t know what I am doing. I tell myself this every minute because I’ve have been smiling, responding to his texts, cracking jokes with him and now I have agreed to meet him tomorrow night in his apartment. I think I’ve probably lost my mind a little bit. I’m certainly gone.
There’s no shame in loving you
What?! I think I’ve just fallen harder in love than I’ve ever had this minute. I can’t believe I’m singing this song—Parachute by Kyndal Inskeep & The song house. The second chorus is my best part.
Who knew?
I’d be falling like I am with you
Heart’s up in my throat that’s what you do
Love is pretty scary when it’s true
We know
Every step’s like walking on the tight rope
Gravity is begging me to let go
Love is pretty scary when it’s true
Afraid of heights but you’re my parachute
Afraid of heights but you’re my parachute
Might as well sit back enjoy the view
You love me
Oh, you love me…
I just love you because I can’t help it,
and it feels good to love you.
About my last journal, friend, do you think I am too quick to fall in love with him?
No. it’s not a mistake I’ve fallen in love for him in just how many hours? When you connect with someone that fast and feel that much from their kiss, it’s not so easy to just forget them especially when you feel like a flower being taken out of the shadows and put into the sun. I’m blooming for the first time since I broke through earth’s soil.
This is a new feeling—the idea that maybe I’m worth having around. I don’t know if that’s something he practiced, but I have a feeling he didn’t even know he had that kind of power. The power to make people feel appreciated and important. I want to live in this feeling. Sleep in it. Wake up in it.
Hey friend, I will meet you in my next journal. I want to fill myself with his thoughts till I’m drunk and can’t write no more. I stop writing now.
Bliss unlike anything I’ve known.
Love always,
Mimi.
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