Dear You

Something from my friend Be Brilliant- who is by the way one of the most brilliant people I know :)

Dear You,

There is something about the ease of this that makes me want to scream. It's like all the drama I've experienced, all the questions I'd asked, you've cleared away and answered. I am no longer a hopeless romantic. I no longer dream of prince charming, while stuck in my tower. I am just a girl who likes a man that doesn't make things difficult. I like the ease of crawling into bed with you. I like the ease of holding you and being held. I like the ease of sleep. Hours upon hours drift past us in our bubble; Seconds and minutes all relative, they belong to us and they're endless. Our hours of conversation via phone or text make me feel welcome and important. I haven't asked you for anything and yet you've made me believe, that some how somewhere there can be genuine patience, there can be genuine affection, that not everything comes with strings and sticky explainations. I believe things can be easy. That conversations can be meaningful and sometimes completely foolish, but lovely. I believe that quiet isn't bad, and that time apart makes the heart fonder, but time together solidifies that bond. You make me believe that I am completely and utterly sane,and that it was never me, but the way I collided with them. We mesh. We blend together like two prime colors that make something new, we are bright and bold and daring, and I won't ask for more, because this is good.

I left your drawer empty hoping you'll be back to fill it again