Overwhelmed

Somedays, I'm just overwhelmed.

I couldn't even tell you where it's from. Just this wellspring of love and desire that I didn't even realize I had within me.

Had I known twenty years ago that love could feel like this… I wouldn't be in the situation I'm in right now.

Then again, I wouldn't be near you, right now, either. Since it was the sum of all of the decisions made in my life up to a decade ago that led me to you. Even though some of those decisions… make you impossible. For me.

For a quarter of my life, now, you've been on my mind. Not… like you are now, to be sure. It's been a slow burn. Always aware of your presence. Always drawn to it. But it used to be a silly, sensible thing. You'd give me a smile and I'd feel a warmth come over me… but then life would go on as usual.

Now, though. I couldn't even begin to describe what happened, but… without meaning to, you drilled right down into that aquifer, releasing the pressure that had been building inside of me without me even realizing it. An artesian well of love and lust, endlessly pouring out of my heart. The aquifer replenished not by rain, but by your smiles, your warmth, your everything…

I fought it, for the longest time. Tried to cap off that well. But, the pressure's too great. There isn't a wellcap in the world that can hold it back.

And why should one fight against love, anyway?

Love is everything. You. Are everything.

I think I might just start… letting it flow…