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By Varda Date: 2008 Jan 11 Comment on this Work [[2008.01.11.22.21.9007]] |
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I can love. I was born loving. I can love you from blue to orange. I can sense when you are tense and rub your back or head or feet until you feel calm again. I can feel when you are sad and kiss you and whisper lovely words until you are smiling again. I was made especially for loving. I love easily. I love people when they let me see who they really are, even a glimpse, and I am in. I love more people than I remember. I love you already, though I haven’t told you yet. I am afraid of loving you and losing you or of loving you too much and scaring you off or of you not loving me. I don’t expect that you could love me as much as I could love you but it would be nice to match someone for once. I haven’t even decided yet how much to let myself love you. I look into your eyes some days and I see forever, but other days, I can’t look at you any longer without wanting to cry out for want of something. I could love you better than you thought anyone could, but you have to give me enough back. I wonder if you could be great at loving me. I wonder if you can love like me. I wonder if you love me. I hope you can. |