Arrow

I don't know how you managed to lodge that arrow so very thoroughly into my heart, but you did. And now the most beautiful of scar tissue has grown around it, absorbing the arrowhead such that it's become a permanent part of my very being. Vines extending along the arrow's shaft, interweaving with the fletching before reaching out to form an unbreakable tether between us…

Do you ever wonder how it would feel to be held in my arms?

How your head would feel resting on my shoulder?

Do you ever dream of kissing me, finally learning how I taste?

Do you think, as I do, of how a life together could be? Of how we could spend our time? How we would support each other? Of what it would be like to experience, without bounds, a mutual adoration the likes of which most people think exists only in the pages of books, or on the movie screen?

Maybe I'm crazy, my hill by the lake, but I think about these things all the time.

Are you crazy, too?

I think maybe you are.

Wanna go be crazy somewhere… together?

Because I am ready. Any time you are.

Yours,
♒️