I wish I could figure out the words.
The words to use to talk about this.
To talk about us.
See? Words are my life. They are the one thing I know. The one place I feel the most comfortable. (Well, besides you.)
And yet, with you, I fall short. Every time, I fall short.
Because, you see, it all changed with you.
The whole story.
I had no idea that it could be like this. No one ever told me it could be like this.
Perhaps, they found themselves falling short too.
But you and me. This. Whatever this is. This is good. This is exactly how it’s supposed to be.
And yeah, I’ve thought I’ve been here before.
I have prayed about getting to this place.
I have looked for you everywhere.
But it turns out, I was looking for all the wrong things.
Because this? I would have had no idea to even look for this.
Because I never knew this existed.
But, here you are.
And I wish I could figure out the words to talk about this.
But, maybe we can just fall short together.