I have this thought in my head of how you and I could be. It’s silly and potentially unrealistic but it’s pretty to think about.

You see, in my mind it’s simple. Our hearts have both grown quite fond of each other’s and when we're together they dance.

There’s no time to fret about even the slightest possibility of “what if?”. What if this fizzles out and you find your time with me monotonous? What if my heart fancies yours more than yours fancies mine? What if you say “It’s me, not you.”? I don’t think I could handle that again or at least not from you.

But what if it’s beautiful and rare? What if it’s worth the risk? My heart is rather delicate, although its taken a thrashing more than once or twice. It’s been tossed down some stairs and trampled over. It’s been shattered and scattered into pieces but I can assure you each piece is full.