One of the most classic and clichéd questions is how to know if you love someone, so, I found myself, drunk with sleeplessness–trying to figure out some reasons, the first and most obvious being,
when I think of this question, I think of you.
If I were stuck as a fish forever, I’d want you to be a mermaid–
When I think of you, it is not a memory. It is a feeling, a touch, a taste, a smell; it is the way my body reacts to the idea of you.
Whenever I see something in a store, my mind tries to find any way to connect it to you, in the hopes that giving it to you might bring you some sort of joy.
I worry about getting drunk–or deliriously tired, and randomly asking you to marry me.
Some songs remind me of you–without ever having heard them before.
When I let my mind wander, it wanders over to you.
The idea of losing you feels like being on the edge of a waterfall–deafeningly loud, standing on a wet, flat stone.
I cannot trust myself to write anymore because love is like falling, and no one ever thinks too clearly when they’re falling.
So, you will just have to stay as a mermaid while I drift off to sleep.
This is lovely. 🙂
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Thank you, glad you enjoyed it. A bit softer of a piece than I normally do but I’m fond of it.
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You should be, it is poignant.
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