i have always been aware of the weight of words. the way letters smash and contort and inflict emotion, it’s a beautiful, scary thing. i intertwined my fingers in yours and pleaded through my palms. spoke words through my skin as opposed to my mouth, a rarity. see the difference between speaking with your tongue and speaking your flesh, is that contact will always soften the blow. there is something about your skin pressed against mine that makes the air a little lighter. the weather a little cooler. the rain a little prettier. and as i spoke to you with my dictionary grip, there was no blow to soften. your thumb traced circles on my forehead and spoke lilac words to my brain. i have always been aware of the weight of words. of the difference between love and being in love. there is no linguistic helm to guide you. no time allotted, you cannot fall in love on the back of a stopwatch. and it’s different for everyone. slowly but very surely i am falling in love with you. and it is is a divine sort of adrenaline, the kind you get whilst trapped in a hurricane made of butterflies. maybe the time will come when you will begin to fall in love with me, maybe you won’t. and that’s okay. because the way letters smash and contort and inflict emotion can be just as scary as falling in love. so i will continue to dance in rainy parking lots and jump in puddles. i will steal kisses wherever i can. i will help color yellow on your highest highs, and speak into your skin on the lowest lows. and for as long as you want, follow your stunning mind wherever, it goes.
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