I have this skill that impresses her. I can hear when she smiles.
I can almost feel her melt across the phone lines. She has so much possibility to make my world.
She relaxes me. She excites me. She frazzles every nerve in ways that I had put to rest long ago.
Walking in the snow wearing only socks. Waiting in the driveway. She's silly and cute.
And she cares. She has her own life, as I have mine. But somewhere someplace they meet. The branches have touched for a while and have begun to bend to each other. We will keep growing. Feeling each other out. Holding on to each other when we can.
I've held girls before. She was different. You meet people that you want to stay in your life. You meet people that you don't want to let go. You meet people that you want to "love."
Eventually, you meet the person that just is. You can see it all. The possibility and the promise. The hope and the heartache. It's all there.