The way

I like the way you don't wear aftershave. Yet I remember feeling disappointed at first. Now I'd rather just sense you than any commercial aroma highs. I love the tiny hole at the back of your black jeans and the way your bag is never closed.


Though it puzzled me at first, I now find the exclamation mark you leave at the end of every sentence endearing. How every person that matters to you, is spoken of with such enthusiasm. The way you say you're tiredy and ‘maybe you should’ because you don't want to tell me what to do. That wine is beer and actual beer is irrelevant.


The giggle you do when you look away. Your smile that gives me butterflies. Your tone of voice and emphatic arm waving, when you're strongly making a point. The way you never really shout or get cross.


It might be a million things. I certainly couldn't list them all. I'm adding all the time. It is your minute detail that impresses me. Never stop describing yourself and I'll never stop listening.


The RGF xx

Windows

Today numerous thoughts in my mind were clambering for attention. After some time I finally settled upon a conversation that has never taken place in reality.  For some reason said conversation left me feeling annoyed. I kid ye not.  I was having a real response to something imagined. Moreover, rather than picturing something magical or profound, it was something unpleasant. Thus I activated Spock mode: This is highly illogical captain. Choose your thoughts wisely, they are your windows to the world.

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Flow

And then I meet someone who loves like I do. And I feel it in those moments when our connection is unhindered by filter or distraction or fear or expectation.

There is no reason to stem the tide. There is every reason to let to flow.

Xxx