i know what i’ve told you before.  my eyes close, my hands clasp around your’s and i weep.

that isn’t me, not even a little bit.  i want to smile, i want to walk with you and i want to read stories.  my eyes welled up when i first knew you cared.  when i realized how much i could have collapsed.  for the first time i realized that my adoration wasn’t based on something i thought was there or something i hoped was there but something i had seen.

driving with your eyes open is a good idea.  forget what they say.