Friday, February 25, 2005
I’ve not known you very long
But already I feel I want to know you forever.
Every time I’m with you
I want to be with you more.
I don’t have to be a different person around you
But I want to be
I want to put away those childish impulses
I want to be a mature adult
(though I don’t know how “mature” either of us really are)
Don’t wipe that tear from your cheek
It’s amazing to see that vulnerability.
You’ve gone from someone I’d admired from afar
To someone with whom I watch movies, make stupid jokes,
Flirt like a high-schooler, and talk on the phone for hours.
Intimidation and admiration has given way to
Respect, desire and comfort.
You make me proud to be me.
Children of the Moon
12:55 AM