so-much-us.
the so-much-me about him is enchanting. from letting feet breathe from under covers to parallel lip-syncing my thoughts to mirroring actions. there’s so-much-me about him that i feel i can snug-fit into a li’l space in the vast canvas of his being. for eternity.
the so-much-me about him is unnerving. what if i get lost, a drop in the ocean and cease to matter? what if the so-much-me in him dissolves into the seamless expanse of his being without a trace? what if the so-much-me in him becomes just a drop in the ocean?
the so-much-me in him must be, must stay. but getting so-much-him in me is being worked at. consciously. blissfully. hesitatingly.
fingers crossed.
so-much-mature-about-him, so-much-words-about-him, so-much-thoughts-about-him, you make me to think and write again..after so much time again…see i m writing after a gap of more than 1 year..