Sunday, June 28, 2009

You've Got A Body Like The Devil, And You Smell Like Sex.

You're my security blanket.
For what it's worth, it's never too late or too early to be whoever you want to be. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it, and I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again. You see, time is tricky. You have whole months, even years, when nothing changes a speck. When you don’t go anywhere or do anything, or think one new thought. And then you get hit with a day or an hour, or half a second, when so much happens, it’s almost like you are born all over again into some brand new person you for damn sure never expected to meet.
This is a good grumpy, the healthy kind of grumpy. Nothing like the past. I would have exploded by now, into a fit of anger and tears, isolation and a bed to lay in my sorrows. "I need a nap," is what I say to you now. "I know, you're grumpy." Everything seems okay to me when you're around. Everything is fixed with a kiss or a hug. And I stay happy. I cried a little bit before I wrote this, because I feel its okay to cry every once in a while. You sent me a message saying "I love you." The tears stopped and I felt okay again. You're my superhero. No matter what, I can't stay in a bad mood.
Things are so beautiful.

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