#40.

i see your face
sometimes.
i fancy "us"
a lot.
i love you just a little,
a little,
a little too much.

#39.

diana
is my Heart:
it's seeking
looking
observing
the turn of the world
slowly,gently,everchanging
lenses
that i fail to operate
properly
how do i put in the film again?

#38.

a simple phrase
that speaks
to you and me.
"art matters."
so i hope that you will keep it
close to your Heart
and let it live
live
live.

#37.

and here we are:
at the end of the road--
a long, long road.
off i get
this express bus
to who knows where
and i'm sorry,
for leaving only
you.

#26.

and you're there for me when i needed you,
with smart comments ready to fire,
or silly anecdotes of romantic nothings, nobody cares.
but always sitting/waiting/standing
with a free shoulder,
listening ears,
and open Heart.
never has the name 'asshole' been so endearing.
i love you.
(thank you)

#25.

click the button.
i dare you--
do it.
say sayonara to the past;
"we" are no longer
relevant
in present and future.
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
but the ghosts of "we" cry from pictures,
with the flowers in our hair wilting,
and the ice cream cones in our hands melting.
i guess we should move on
now.

#24.

here's the thing: i know you're there.

but i can't see you, and you can't see me. it's like we're both part of some complex scheme that can't unfold until every bit and every piece is in place. we're putting together an thousand piece puzzle, you and i.

and, i hate puzzles and am terrible at them.

but i have faith you exist--i'm sure of it. as cheesy as it sounds, i can feel you there; in the way my Heart moves when i hear a particular phrase of music, when i read a familiar line, and when i feel the warmth of the sun beat down on my bare shoulders... you're everywhere and also, nowhere to be found.

but i think it's good for us both, because i don't think i'm ready to meet you yet. there's too much to do, too much to learn, and too much of me that needs to grow. so, here's a promise: one day, we'll find each other. and we'll love each other. and when we do, it will be wonderful: the kind of love that people write novels about or base movies upon.

one day.