Do you ever read through some messages
And realise just how much you love someone?
Ever just sit and think of that person?
Realise that they make you happy?

That happened to me just tonight. Here I am, sitting around, bored, so I fire some Led Zeppelin on and start hanging around in my inbox.

I read some messages to myself.
I smiled.
Something made me.

Was it that we had experiences in common? Was it that we didn’t pysically see each other, but still connected? Perhaps it was just the fact that we could comfort each other. Comfort is a beauteous thing.

She really does make me smile.
I love her.
It’s a fact.

Maybe one day we will meet, maybe we will. Maybe it’ll be something spectacular and we’ll do everything that we discussed in the messages.

Like hugging,
And being silly together,
Enjoying each other’s company.

In the flesh. Face to face and hand in hand, rather than keyboard to keyboard and in the imagined flesh. Part of me wonders:

Is it real?
Do we actually connect?
Am I reading too much into it?

Been burned before, learned that lesson. But I can’t help feeling this way. I really don’t wan’t to help it either. Like a musician plays his instrument and has music in his head and heart every day, I, too, have my wee message buddy in my heart.

Maybe one day,
Maybe one day,
My heart-laden head tells me...