I could write a million words about the way you say my name, I could turn myself upside down, and do it all again. And whilst there’s meaning behind the words, behind the emotions, behind the movements- the truth is, this goes much deeper than I sometimes care to acknowledge. Hours of my days are filled up with you, not physically, but within my mind, my imagination, my day dreams of adventures we’ve yet to have- together. Occasionally I pause throughout my day and try to remember what it was like before I met you, what I once put in my mind in place of where you now flood me. The only conclusion I come to in the quiet times, when I examine my memories- is that without you, I was thinking of you. I of course, was unaware it was you, but indeed it was you. Thinking of the feelings you would someday help me to experience, understand and embrace. The way you would remind me of myself, when I had somehow lost myself. How passionate you would be, in creativity and in love. I would never have imagined you would find me like this… sitting, waiting, wishing. But to face the music and to face the rhymes- here I am, you found me.