I wanted to call you today. Because I miss the melodic rhythm of your voice in my ears. To say that the sound of your voice softens my shoulders. That I enjoy watching the proud glimmer in your eyes when you make me laugh.. that look that says you recognize yourself in my joy.
I wanted to send you a selfie without filters. Because you asked me to never edit myself. At midday on a Monday so you can smile like you just remembered the lyrics of a lost song. And for a moment I felt safe enough to. I really did, for a fleeting moment.
I wanted to share that quiet intimacy of knowing each other. Outside of desire. In the comfort of ordinary days, and random texts. Of sitting with each other where words are not measured.
I wanted to meet you in the depths.To ask about the things that don’t fit neatly into casual conversation. To linger in the spaces between your words, where our souls speak each others language.
I wanted to finish writing this ode to you. But that’s too risky, ain’t it? Nonchalance is in fashion, innit?
