Category: Where Demons Tread

Because you mattered so much to me, which made your love dangerous to my heart’s beat.

I never told you, but I had decided to turn toward you before – and then you turned toward me – shocking me, completely.

Will you please be my Valentine?

Thinking we’ve met, and you didn’t get the response you hoped for, because I didn’t know it was you – and upset because I haven’t known when or what to do.

You knew.

It’s why I get upset.

And feel teased.

But not good.

I’m not sure what you look like, which is part of my confusion.

Why is it so hard for us?

(Multiple meanings)

Thank you for your efforts.

I apologize for my automatic default to neutrality in public.

It is something that just happens naturally now in my life – and is the way I allow space to discover common ground with others.

And still, I am learning to recognize you.

When you look at me, it is like we are having a conversation that I am waiting and longing to hear.

There is no other place that I would rather be than with you in those moments.

“This is interesting…” as I tried to maintain eye contact and allowed myself to just observe and worked to be in the moment.

The frission was intense, though – hard to keep my cool!

You may think I know, but I don’t.

I just keep thinking that I am having chance encounters with a sranger.

Does that meant that I am “slow on the uptake?”

And maybe I respect people’s privacy too much – so I miss the obvious.

I like attention, too.

Please come through for me.

I need your ok to hold you.

Don’t be mad at me.

I am not trying to play hard to get.

I just need solid reassurances for proceeding.

I have never been able to negotiate this.

So I guess that I am fumbling -?

How would you like our attachment style to be, in public and in privacy?

I remember you.

We have met before.

So close we could almost touch.

Then you walk away or out the door.

How is it that you could be more shy than I am?

When around you, everything floods into my system.

Looking at you, my deepest instincts are drawn forward from hiding.

I tremble from the strength required to still maintain my camoflage.

It’s like your presence melts the field and it’s just you and me.

I can barely control my movements, so nervous I then become.

Have you noticed how I become more careful in my movement’s tracking?

No one has ever surged my internal tides like this.

So tell me now, my love…

Are you my tractor beam?

Are you wanting what I can give you?

With all of your heart?

Completely?

Will you stay true to me?

Because I want to learn how to give you everything.

From a distance, I can intuit so many things – though I am not always sure if I am “reading” correctly.

Would you like me, still, if we got closer?

To witness how much I try to be true to you?

But it is hard on me.

I am a vital, passionate woman, after all.

How you tease me.

Is it on purpose?

Or something we are learning to feel?

I miss you so bad.

But it’s got to be real between us.

It isn’t a game, but I play for keeps.

I dreamed about you last night.

Twice.

We spent time together.

I can’t explain how good and right it felt to be close to you.

It just fed something integral inside of me.

We were happy.