Feeling

The patience necessary to wait on you is nearly unbearable. To possess it seems borderline virtuous. But it is what you want, therefore it will be done. And I have this feeling... The questions that race in my mind are endlessy thrown to the forefront of my conciousness. Will we ever happen? Am I going to miss a great oppurtunity? Is that even what I want? Are you everything I think you are? After all, the people who seem like they have no faults often have hidden blemishes worse than most visible ones And I have this feeling... You act flippant of the whole situation, until we are alone. Then the feeling materializes into an almost maleable, controlled emotion. We do not replace lengthy conversation that lets us understand the working mechanisms of our minds with physical intimacy, but it is present. We interlock fingers and you lay on my chest, sometimes looking at me with kind eyes and reaching up to peck me on the cheek. And I like this feeling... Now it seems clear to me that this long alienated feeling is something we both share. Something one cannot force, but happens at the will of some unseen being. Now I love this feeling...and I hope that it never fades