In between

I am counting the days till we meet in person, I have a strong feeling about you, like you do about me. But I'm not just merely swept away, I am grieving still and licking my wounds, and got so much on my plate. Most of my days are spent trying to put the new place in order, contain my mind, control my thoughts. I'm growing a new skin, and I'm very sensitive and fragile as it stands. Still, somehow, and dispute all, I seem to like my exposure to you. When you looked back at me on the screen last night after addressing your friend and found me giggling, I was actually melting a little. That new angle from which I could see your face and eyes when you turned gave me a new insight to you, a different aspect of you, and the more to cherish and admire. Your eyes couldn't look more pure. Your face gestures, your voice and words, so clear and direct. Although I couldn't decipher the Italian, I could almost make sense of what you were saying from your demeanor. A smile forced itself unto my face, turned into a grin, then a giggle. I wasn't laughing, but I couldn't tell you the whole story when you asked. I have decided to refrain from giving you compliments, I've seen what it does to you. I'm honoring our deal you see, let's indeed do the odd thing, and turn this beautiful connection into a genuine friendship, which we both very much need. Your pain has touched me, the simple and little words you speak about your daughter and your personal struggle hits home.

I see you, 

"honest" one.