TO A LOVER
Forget-me-not flowers. Source: unknown, Pinterest Oh, to touch that skin of yours and feel the excitement and electricity of meeting someone new. Getting to know you bit by bit, twenty miles away from me — such an amazing discovery. Wondering if it's all fun and games, Reason warns me: the attitude, my dear, it never lies. There is a blur in my mind whenever I'm talking to you as if I can't do nothing else but learn more about this life of yours and share mine. Fear and discouragement, still on the way, saying: "do it not, for it'll go wrong again. Life's a box full of disappointments and we need not another for our collection." I try not to raise expectations as my heart is imprisioned, once again, for fantasizing excessively. Protective measures, you see. But I go on, still; I crave you. To start feeling deared, and loved, and cared for by other than not your family and friends is such a miracle that it seems a lie: A lie I want not to end, for I wan...