Run Away

When I met you, my heart was elated. It was full with whatever that energy is that warms my heart and leaves me wanting more. The first date went without a hitch and I came away feeling incredible. We talked and talked and got to know each other over Chinese. The food good and so was the view. I think once or twice, I saw your eyes sparkle, and that made my heart flutter just a bit. After I got home, my mind began to race with one hundred thousand thoughts as I tore apart each word that left my mouth, and each sentence and glance that you gave me. I had to be sure that I had done my job and that nothing was left to chance. Into the next morning, I still found myself wondering if I had done all I could to show you that I was more than some words on a screen and more than my pictures could contain. Why I do this, I don't really know, but I do and it's crazy, but it's who I am. It's funny as much as I tried to find something, anything that felt wrong or should have raised flag, it couldn't be done. You had me stumped. For once, well maybe twice, it felt right to be meeting someone like yourself. It felt right to hold your hand as we talked and walked along a river and trees. It'll feel right time and time again when we talk and walk, talk and eat, or do whatever it is that we'll do. I think for once, I want to stay instead of finding something to cause you or me to run away. I don't know in that first date, things seem to be happen so much faster than I wanted, but it did and there is no way to undo what happened, but I'm glad that it did. Maybe the next date won't be so awkward and strange with so many thing that might make you walk away. I don't know if you see it, I don't know if felt it, but I was at peace as we talked and sat in the rain at the park. Thanks for not parting the waters on us finding our place. Thanks for not running.

Comments

[Stefanie Ray y Velarde]

Lovely. Absolutely lovely.

[Charles]

Thanks Stefanie. :)