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     There are some days when you can’t think and you can’t breathe but it doesn’t matter anyway because you feel something.  Sometimes you don’t even know what you feel, but, god, you know it’s there and that’s all that could ever matter.  And you can sit alone on your front steps in total silence with cars driving by your house and be totally content because you don’t expect too much from anybody so you can love the simple things.  You can enjoy a walk to nowhere in particular or just swinging or watching a sunset that happens every day.  And every day you say, “wow, that’s beautiful” and it’s not even like the sunset means to be beautiful or even tries.  It just happens.
     It just happens.  When you are with someone and you finally see them.  Really see them.  And it’s like everything changes and something clicks and nothing matters except staring at that person and into their eyes.  Or sitting with them and feeling their skin, like it’s electric or something.  The way their fingers graze yours gives you chills and you don’t understand it but you let it happen because it just does.
     Then you realize that, what?, you love them but don’t want to say anything because you don’t know if they feel the same.  But then you notice all the little things they do like reach out to hold your hand or rub your foot with theirs and that’s it.  You know they feel it, too.  And they ask you, “what are you thinking?” and you stare for a minute and then say “nothing,” and they know you are lying.  They know exactly what you are thinking because, yes, absolutely, they feel it, too.  They feel it just as strongly but maybe they’re scared you don’t feel that way back.  So it’s this unsaid thing between you and you are waiting for the perfect time to say it.
     It can’t be in the basement, on the pool table.  When they asked what you were thinking that night and you told them they said, “that’s not all you’re thinking” like they just knew.  And they did.  But you said, “it’s not the right time” and you could tell right then that they definitely knew.  It can’t be in the pool, under the stars.  You were close that night but when they asked what you were thinking you just shook your head and kept looking at them like they were the best thing ever to grace the planet.
     Maybe it can be on the swing, but it can’t just be blurted out.  Maybe it can be on the couch but probably not because it has to be somewhere special.  Maybe it can be on a walk but there can’t be anyone else around because it will be one of those moments where you just want to be silent and look at them for a really long time after with this sudden realization that, oh my, you are something special in their eyes.  So you have to wait.  Wait, wait, wait.
     You know what?  You could wait forever for the perfect moment to come.  And you’re willing to, too, because you want it to be just that:  perfect.  Perfect like the way they say your name and perfect like the way you trace the outline of their fingers.  Perfect like the distance you sit from each other on the couch: just enough for them to put their feet on your lap; you don’t always have to be inches away.  Perfect like the way they smile at just the right times and the way they can cheer you up by asking one simple question.
     It can’t be anything less, and you both know it.
     And it’s okay for it not to be said, because you both feel it.
     It’s there, and that’s all that matters.
     That’s it.

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     There are some days when you can’t think and you can’t breathe but it doesn’t matter anyway because you feel something.  Sometimes you don’t even know what you feel, but, god, you know it’s there and that’s all that could ever matter.  And you can sit alone on your front steps in total silence with cars driving by your house and be totally content because you don’t expect too much from anybody so you can love the simple things.  You can enjoy a walk to nowhere in particular or just swinging or watching a sunset that happens every day.  And every day you say, “wow, that’s beautiful” and it’s not even like the sunset means to be beautiful or even tries.  It just happens.
     It just happens.  When you are with someone and you finally see them.  Really see them.  And it’s like everything changes and something clicks and nothing matters except staring at that person and into their eyes.  Or sitting with them and feeling their skin, like it’s electric or something.  The way their fingers graze yours gives you chills and you don’t understand it but you let it happen because it just does.
     Then you realize that, what?, you love them but don’t want to say anything because you don’t know if they feel the same.  But then you notice all the little things they do like reach out to hold your hand or rub your foot with theirs and that’s it.  You know they feel it, too.  And they ask you, “what are you thinking?” and you stare for a minute and then say “nothing,” and they know you are lying.  They know exactly what you are thinking because, yes, absolutely, they feel it, too.  They feel it just as strongly but maybe they’re scared you don’t feel that way back.  So it’s this unsaid thing between you and you are waiting for the perfect time to say it.
     It can’t be in the basement, on the pool table.  When they asked what you were thinking that night and you told them they said, “that’s not all you’re thinking” like they just knew.  And they did.  But you said, “it’s not the right time” and you could tell right then that they definitely knew.  It can’t be in the pool, under the stars.  You were close that night but when they asked what you were thinking you just shook your head and kept looking at them like they were the best thing ever to grace the planet.
     Maybe it can be on the swing, but it can’t just be blurted out.  Maybe it can be on the couch but probably not because it has to be somewhere special.  Maybe it can be on a walk but there can’t be anyone else around because it will be one of those moments where you just want to be silent and look at them for a really long time after with this sudden realization that, oh my, you are something special in their eyes.  So you have to wait.  Wait, wait, wait.
     You know what?  You could wait forever for the perfect moment to come.  And you’re willing to, too, because you want it to be just that:  perfect.  Perfect like the way they say your name and perfect like the way you trace the outline of their fingers.  Perfect like the distance you sit from each other on the couch: just enough for them to put their feet on your lap; you don’t always have to be inches away.  Perfect like the way they smile at just the right times and the way they can cheer you up by asking one simple question.
     It can’t be anything less, and you both know it.
     And it’s okay for it not to be said, because you both feel it.
     It’s there, and that’s all that matters.
     That’s it.