Wish Well at the Wishing Well

I wished on you without knowing that you'd waltz in, an embodiment of all the closures i'd never gotten and answer all the questions i'd never thought of asking. 

I now wish that my wish is wishing on me too.

Light at the End of the Tunnel?

I always wonder why i write better when im sad and bitter rather than when i do it when happy and smitten.

When i write happy, im always second-guessing my own ability to capture the joy into words. I feel like i would do myself injustice if i dont use the right context and portray it the way it is in my head. 

So i'm gonna face my fear and give it a try now, while i'm somewhat in limbo. 

Truth is, i'm scared of finding all ive ever been looking for in you. Because i'm unsure of whether or not you've been looking in me too.

At the same time, this is the kind of scared that I'm sure of. 

This is the kind of scared that comes with constant reassurances. 

So i'm gonna delve into this, scared and smitten and all. 

Sailor

To the one who watches the sun rise and set with/for me, the regular anticipation and constant companion is keeping me going.

Thanks for making your presence felt in your absence.