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Just writing to say that last night, for the first time,

you rested your head against my chest. 

For the first time in a long, long time 

everything was ok. Everything was right. 

I could get the dictionary out. Thesaurus. Some of the old,

treasured lines. Write you to oblivion, and tell you

I was lost in your eyes, drowning in your smile: 

hearts, heaven, destiny. 

And that drivel. 

[Don't get me wrong, there's time for that if everything pans out.]

And yes, on the train back home, the sight 

of your copper coloured hair on my jumper... 

the fact that I could still smell your scent. 

Oh wow.  

But mostly what I wish to convey is that

for the first time in such a long damn time, 

everything was right. 

It felt good to be alive. 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is such an uplifting reflection on a relationship. The fact than another can make our world seem right spells out love in clear description. It was wonderful to read aloud.