I feel that word for you

4 Moments (just to unfurl)

1.

-"I've been meaning to ask you about that"
--"About what?"
-"What you meant by 'I think we'd be good for each other'?"
--"I mean that exactly. Do you doubt it?"
-"Well..."
--"I feel it. It's instinct"

... Well, it sure would be quite the story, and I always think to myself about it. I remain guarded, but so do you. We melt away and fall into routine. Are we finally ready to admit that? Are we finally falling into the undercurrent?

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2.

Whenever I hear your voice, I feel peace within my soul. I sometimes catch myself inching my hand closer to yours, lingering that extra second if I get the opportunity to do so. I am far too nervous to actually do it, but I hear you're preoccupied, which is fine by me. Truly fine. Because we have an absolutely beautiful thing going.

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3.

A wall goes up, and this is when I mime. I control the urge to just slip my hand into yours, to write down exactly what I want to say... I play cool, calm, and collected. But when you want something, you make that effort. I don't know why I feel myself knot up at the thought of you, why I unfurl when I get the briefest moment. I have reached out for "the last time". If you don't reach back, then... I must "simply" let go.

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4.

We're so similar. Thank goodness for that. I can see us in rocking chairs, recollecting about past novels and poems and tall tales from our youth while having modest careers and that someone to tuck in at night. Every conversation, every chuckle... it trickles down and gives me something more than just reassurance. You're a keeper.

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[Worn Me Down- Rachael Yamagata]