mornings of perfect weather

Such a glorious morning, but so much the same. I woke up in a boys bed, much to small for us both yet suprisingly comfortable, feeling warm breath on my neck and clammy hands around my waist. 'Good morning' I heard him say...

I have spend many mornings just like this one, many mornings next to someone, many mornings of turning to face an eager smile, to be greeted with a tender kiss. So why was this morning special?
This was like no other morning because for the first time, I was openly careless. I had not a single trouble in the entire universe this morning... For as his eyes opened, the sun rose; because when he looks at me, it's like all the light energies of the world are circling eachother in a pool of lime green, splashed with a hint of yellow, lighting the very room in which we sit, lighting my very life. I woke up to find myself lost in the beauty of the human form.

My life with this person is a new haze of an old friendship, simple understandings, simple equality. It's about the laughter, the kisses, the touch. And all the while, what we do we do because we know it can't be done with any other. It fits so much better this way, the way it all panned out, and that's why we do it... In this house, the flow is followed; and I'm happily a follower.

It's funny, how things can flip on someone faster than they know it. My life it seems, has gotten very, very good by making very risky decisions, and I think that it's all slowly but surely, paying off. I am complete, I am one, and for once things aren't too intense for me. For one things run smoothly.
Hard decisions have to be made sometimes when people want to reap positive benefits. And although it pains me to know that others are now hurting, hurting because it's my fault, I know like many other people know that unrequited love is a love that doesn't last forever. That grudges and old tears in young hearts do truly heal over time. It will turn a new page, bring hope to the rising of the new dawn... Tomorrow and today, never about yesterday.

It's because I know this rule of the heart that I do not allow myself to dwell and brood on the things that would once have me fuming with stress and rage... I'm going to enjoy my new life to the best of my ability, and use my past as experience to help guide me...

It's nice to know that when I did choose to climb back up the mountain, I was greeted by someone not at the top, but half way... And it seems we have been there every step of the way for eachother, and that because of this union, we didn't fail... And now a different kind of future holds sway.

I would give anything to inject some antivenom into this bite, so that the sting and swelling may disapear, but alas, there is no antidote for a broken heart... All I can do is be honest, and kind, and let things heal in the old fashion way.
My heart is like a jigsaw puzzle... It was broken by a young fool many years ago, and I have been trying to put it all back together for quite sometime... I feel like I have finally found the person that has been holding the missing piece all this time, right under my nose. I feel it beating like a jungle drum, doong a doong doong a rooka dooka doong doong... drums in the deep.

I know I can feel love again, because I have a reason to go to bed at night, and wake up in the morning... It's the hope of seeing him again.

gaining a heart means loosing the value of time... hours only mean soemthing if its worth counting them down till I can see him next. Im suprised at how hard Im crushing on this kid.

I want to be apart of it... His life.