Whispers

I said…

I’m whispering to your ear while you sleep things that I want to tell you but I don’t want you to hear. I’ve never been this scared, excited, and happy all at the same time. You know how pukingly exhilarating a ride in a rollercoaster can get? That’s the exact same feeling I have now about us. So many times I want to get out; I want to get off the ride. “You know very well what you’re getting into,” I tell myself. But when I’m on the peak, overlooking the wide expanse of green fields, the colorful sights, smelling the clean air, breathing the same air that you breathe, all I wanna do is stay there and shout at the top of my lungs how happy and contented and how unbelievable the mishmash of feelings I have for you is. At the end of the day, I always figure that whether I survive the ride or fall off the highest peak and kill myself, it will all be worth it. You are worth every minute of my time, every drop of my sweat, every wrinkle on my face, every emotion that I spend my energy on. I don’t care what I have to give and what I don’t get back.

And you whispered to me…

It’s my time to whisper while you’re sleeping. I’m scared. People always leave me when they begin to see my imperfections. I tend to become emotionally distant as well. And no one really has taken care of me. I’m overwhelmed, freaked out, and thankful. That’s why I want to do this at a slow pace. I don’t want you to run away. I don’t want to run away myself when it becomes too much for me to handle. Things are better this way. No shortcuts, no detours.