Notes For Falling To

I find myself falling, totally completely falling. This feeling new and foreign to me. My heart is being given to someone when I never would have thought it could happen again. His voice floating to me over the phone line, so sexy, so smooth. A lifetime to discuss, to listen to, to share with my love. Falling for all he share's with me. Falling for all he gives of himself to me. Sweet, deep written words flood my in box. Reliving that sweet anticipation as if Christmas morning as I type in my password. Nothing bittersweet in his words. They're compelling, intriguing, a brutal honesty and thoughtfulness that I thought was long gone in this world. Sweet nothings before bed. Hugs and kisses to wake up to. I know in this one I have found my place. His words whether spoken or written lift me and fill me. I do not doubt the trust I feel in this one, this joy and happiness. Essays await me, expounding hopes and dreams when I felt unworthy to have them again. Love is blossoming, growing, the petals of it opening up under the warmth of the sun. I'm falling. And I'm happy. His words as soothing to my soul as his touch is to my skin. I'm his. I've fallen.