Dear... The One Who Understands
Falling
Into a fantasy.
At least that’s how it feels
When I’m talking to you.
How can I feel so alive?
It’s novel
And refreshing
To hear humor
Similar to mine.
Incredible to hear you
Finish my sentences
Without a second thought.
Never knew I could leave a phrase hanging
That you would pick up on the spot.
How do we think
In the same manner?
Understand
The same core concepts
Draw the same few distinct parallels
Between conversation and tangent.
It’s deliciously easy
To express my thoughts
Knowing you will grasp it
In an instant.
Snatch the thread
Of conversation
At the moment
I let it fly.
I want so badly to believe
That you feel the same way I do.
Do you hear the way
Conversation flows
So smoothly
In perfect sync between us two?
Tell me it’s not just a fantasy
That I’m not playing make-believe.
Whether this fragile spark we share
Could finally bloom to life.
I think
It’s fair to say
That what I fell for first
Was your mind.
The way it seemed to mesh seamlessly
With the chaos inside mine.
So I can’t pinpoint the exact moment
That I think I noticed you.
But small actions sum up quickly
And you’ve seemed to follow through.
Competent in countless matters
Albeit confusing on a few.
I don’t know where this path leads me
Although I’m amenable to try
I will dedicate my summer
To seeing if our paths indeed align.
I like to think there’s progress
Little steps coming into form.
May your kindness, care, and competence
Completely take my world by storm.