No fairy tale this
time. Humanly timed, explored and lived. No fantasy … but I still want you.
Want you to be
ordinary with me.
This time we will
walk at the right pace, following the rhythm of our needs, the one that makes
us giggle and dance.
Maybe we won’t make
it far; maybe our walk will be short. But will be at our own pace … at that
rhythm. Our rhythm. Not following anyone else’s notes …
Are we still following the same rhythm? How can I tell when I just started walking with you? how can I tell
when you skip a step to dance and make me giggle … then you skip ten and make
me wonder instead. You are wholesome, not in any hurry to catch up with my fast pace fueled by
insecurities and the desperate need of the fairy tale rush …
I’m sorry for pushing
you, I’m sorry for rushing our walk … for not skipping a step to dance too …
Let’s start our walk
again .. let me hold your hand and walk. As I reach for your hand this one is
back to dancing, this time moving alone. Skipping so many steps and staring with the
wondering look; not with the charming almost infatuated look that makes my ego
giggle … but with the doubtful and somewhat distant look.
Let’s stop walking and dance then …. dance on our own for just one beat while thinking about our steps together;
moving to the rhythm and twirling towards each other … again. I want that.
Not sorry for
wanting that.
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