THESE THINGS I KNOW

Absolutely, positively, maybe. It's here again, and that's the good thing. The horrible thing is that it's here now, at this moment. Perhaps it's always my clock that says it's not the right time, for if it's always not the right time, it must be that I am wrong and it actually IS the right time. What is the right time anyhow? What does that mean? Who decides? Whoever does, check with me next time, please.

I can hold her hand and show her how I cry. Explain to her my weakness so she understands, then roll over and die. I'd rather not. I'd rather just go for it. Tell the world, tell the girl. It's one in the same really. Surely that spark is not spent on I alone. Surely she is feeling a small smidgin of what I am feeling. Surely.

Who knows these things for sure? Nobody does, so anytime you hear me say surely, you must know that I am joking. There is no surely. No sure thing. Nada. Nothing of the sort. These things I do not know.

It's these things I know. I know how I feel and why I feel that way. I know that how I am feeling makes me act in a certain way when with her. I know that my light is fully lit when I look into her eyes. I know those flutters in my belly are not a direct cause of hunger. I know how soft her mouth tastes. How great her grin is. How immediately infectious her laughter can be. I know how deliciously witty she be. I know that I, yes it's true, am in total, complete, 100% LIKE with this beauty.

This is the best feeling I have had in awhile, so like I say, sit down, shut-up, hold on, and smile. The rest is yet to be written...