The butterflies; the heart that won’t stop racing.
The primal urge to see her as a woman,
but my heart tells me to see the person.
Where is the balance? That’s the wrong question.
What do you want? Hard to say.
I want it all. Don’t be greedy.
Stop overthinking things.
She’s a person, not a maths problem.
You can’t ‘solve’ her.
Of course you can’t. No man can ‘solve’ a woman.
But therein lies our reason for trying.
She is not perfect.
She’s perfectly imperfect.
What does that make me?
What does she like about me?
What do I like about her?
I want to hold her, I want to kiss her.
What does she want? She wants what I want.
She wants to love; she wants to be loved.
Where is this going? That doesn’t matter.
What matters is where we are…in each other’s arms.
Just be your-SELF.
That is all she asks of you.
It’s the one thing you will never have to apologize for….
The way of unrelenting love.