FREE TO FEEL


Dearest You,

Thursday you mentioned expressing feelings. I spent most of Friday soul searching. And what I have found sort of scares me. When my dad died, I vowed to never give my heart so willingly to another living person. (Even if it was in a totally different manner of loving.) It was too much for me to take as I watched them lower his casket. It broke my heart so fully, that I shut down towards every other person that existed.

And then I met you. I felt something when I first looked into your eyes. An uneasy stirring feeling in my stomach. Like some sort of animal rattling it's cage, in a feeble attempt to escape. Then the night you kissed me, the bars of the cage seemed to explode with an energy that I can't describe. And whatever was locked away within it's bars has escaped. I feel like I'm out of control, and I love it.

I love feeling like I can walk on clouds with you. I love feeling so free to feel. To allow myself to let every emotion that passes through me play out on my face. Instead of being a zombie.

Yeah, I still have trouble telling you exactly what I'm thinking, but please give me time. Just let me learn how to let go. I promise you that I'm a fast learner.

Always yours,

Me




the love letter collection
submitted 9:08 PM EST
friday, february 6, 2009