I'm in the middle of something when I come across one. A note, a little one, that you have left for me to find. Time and again. They are little pieces of you reminding me that we're connected. Reminding me that you push when others don't. That you aren't intimidated by me for the same reasons that the general public keep their distance. That you take risks in our interactions to display your trust in me.
Trust in my patience, my desire to grow with you, my love. We know trust doesn't really make sense. We have reasons to forget about trusting people altogether, but hope relentlessly convinces us to take chances, to try again. Thankfully, hope wins. If I didn't give in to hope, even if it is just a little, I would have missed out on the happy discoveries of these messages that get sprinkled into my life.
Marks made here and there in places I'll return to later. Little notes leading my mind to large memories, ideas, conversations. Reminding me of you. A few written words jumpstart my train of thought and I consider how much impact one person has on my life. Who knew you would leave fingerprints on my heart?
You. A multi-faceted ball of light wrapped and trapped in skin. Your true brilliance dulled by the limitations of this land. You are a concept I understand completely that baffles me when I try to comprehend. You are natural disasters inflicted upon my routines and habits, forcing me to switch to manual from autopilot. Enthusiastically at my side as I make a paradise out of the rubble.
