What does it take, blue sky, to fall in love with me?
I may be small but my heart isn’t.
I recently met the most wonderful man. I knew when I first laid eyes on him that we were going to share something. something I don’t have a word for, but it feels like a meeting of happiness, comradery, love, feist and trust.
It is so very strange. We have so much in common, it’s easier to list what we don’t share. I’m trying my very best to play it cool, but I’m quite terrible. I can’ t help it. I’ve fallen head over heels for this man, but the worst part, he’s not falling with me.
He can’t really…he’s healing from a broken heart. broken trust. broken dreams. I want to embrace him so tightly that I’ll suffocate every lingering monster in his head. I want to show him that I would never hurt him. I would never break his heart. I would never lie, or cheat, or shatter his ambitions. I want him to heal properly, however, so I will give him space to breathe and time to reflect…and hope he knows I’m right there when he’s ready.
The best I can do is be patient for him. I must admit that being his friend gives me such pleasure and the wait doesn’t feel like a wait at all.
All I want, blue sky, is to love and be loved in return.
