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Sometimes,my heart stops

I'm smiling. Not the smile that signifies that one is pleased with something. But the type that signifies the state of one's life. The type that allows laughter to spring forth. Not the laughter of amusement,but the one induced by joy.

So I may say I am joyful. I don't need to say why,you already know. So I'll say something you don't know. My heart stops. No not in a heart attack way,else I'll probably not be writing this post, it stops for a second everytime you smile at me. For in that smile I am reborne. I feel us growing, towards each other, and no I am not afraid. I feel us feeling our way around this thing we've discovered.Not as one looking for the right path in darkness, but as one seeking to try new things, and that in itself is a signal of courage. I hear your thots as clearly as if they were mine, and I know you hear mine as clearly as if they were yours. Your eyes tell me everything you don't say with your mouth.

So I'm sitting here, growing and learning and knowing and loving.

Here's to you, for everytime my heart stops beating.

#nowplaying 'Light on my shoulder' ~ Susie Suh

Comments

Sisem E. Naidem said…
You do have a way with words, don't you? This is SO BEAUTIFUL! I wish both of you the best in this blossoming relationship. The rest of us will just grope, mope and hope...
Nee Fe Mi said…
very nice - that right there is special - wish u all d best

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