You make my heart bleed, when I think of you. It is this swelling feeling as if it wants to explode. From joy. Like Warm Love. Like a pinata. All sorts of even better goodies spray across the floor for me to grab. They are sweet and delicious. A combination of memories, all good and blissful and a longing for the future and our newer joys.
One picture, a word or thought can trigger that feeling. I am addicted to it. I know I am alive from it. I knew it once, long ago and knew it was right then, a Warm Love. After that it was tucked away in the bottom of a drawer with the un-worn t-shirts. I reclaimed it with some cleaning, time and energy. But now it is back and I remember that I knew. I also know what was right. At times I can be a doubter. But because of that feeling I know those are only precautions. It is that Warm Love. A feeling reminiscent of a song that triggers memories from a time ago. The song, the feeling and the memories are fresh and real like jumping into a crisp, cool, ocen blue pool.
The bleeding can hit me anytime. Right now. I have too much work to do. I should be doing that work. I should have already done the work. But it hit me now and I need to express it to you, for me. To remember, when there are doubts or fights or even nasty words. They mean little when there is warm love, that is in my heart and yours. That is sent from me to you. I love this feeling and I love you.
In Response, M says....
"You make blood run through both my heart and to other places on my body!!"
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