Serenity, a calm that echoes quietly in my head.
Optimism, hope, faith that this is perfect timing. Knowledge that everything is what it is, and that all roads lead home in time.
A giddy smile with every text message, phone call, email.
It’s the small things that make life good. It’s balance: for every bit of uncertainty or fear, there is an arm across my chest as I drift in and out of sleep, an early morning hug that lasts forever and not long enough, a soft hand on mine that doesn’t want to let me leave.
It’s the small things. It’s the devil in the details — not the puzzle, but the pieces that make it whole. The touches, the kisses, the half-awake glimpse of silken skin, the warmth of the breath. “Breathe out / so I can breathe you in.” I love that line. I live that line.
It’s the forest, sometimes, not the trees. It’s the passion displayed, no matter what it’s about. It’s the light in the eyes, the supernova blinding brilliance behind the most beautiful face I’ve seen. It’s determination, stubbornness, honesty, innocence.
Falling is believing in the improbable, making plans that shouldn’t work but will, putting stock in the unknown with confidence.
Falling is a picture that makes the worst place suddenly bearable.
Some people have a fear of falling. Acrophobia. Some people have recurring dreams of falling. Some people do everything they can to avoid falling.
Some of us enjoy the ride.