That’s the word we keep using.
Healing the inner child. Healing the past, Healing and moving forward. Moving with each other.
What we have is clearly special.
It’s not like we love each other, but we care. We keep using that word, too. Care. I care for her. She cares for me.
We made a pact together.
We would be alone with each other if it helped and also avoid self-isolation.
Her mind. Font. Her Font. She is so similar to me. She calls it OCD and Anxiety.
I am afraid to speak before her.
but my words
become easier as they leave me
when I speak with her –
i feel heard. After all. Somehow. Understood. She is wise.
I find her wisdom appealing. Exciting. To know someone else thinks the same way. we understand when we think aloud.
We have talked about what a crush means. Why do I keep having this conversation? It’s almost like the world or the people I know needs to test me for something.
We are waiting away the time on the phone with each other before we can make the more close human connections.
We are patient and wise. Fools for pleasure, but alive and cultivating a good life in good company.
She speaks to me of her crush. She holds so much fear, I know it well, myself, but Hers is different.
I cannot love.
Does she wish i could?
Does she wish I would?