PonderEthereal

If I could tell you something you need to know about me it’s that …
If I could say what I really mean to say, it would be that …
I see so much in you, like…
There is something I know for sure. That is…
If I could tell you the one thing I never got a chance to say it’s that I …

If there were a way to surmount it. The necessity of being careful. The knowledge that anything gently meant and lovingly placed, said too fast, to soon, to loudly, without the proper steps, isn’t heard as loving or gentle. So it stays in careful places like between the lines, in quiet looks, behind a laugh, in days of silence, in moments of tension, beyond the meaning. It’s all there, carefully kept and one day, in a month, in a year, in ten years, in a hundred, it will have all come out - or gone unsaid.