day one hundred twenty-one: dear mine.

dear mine,

i am here

waiting for you

not to come "sweep me off my feet"

i can do without the showy

romantic cliches

but to show up in the shadows

and to, maybe, catch me off guard?

i wonder if you really do

even exist?

are you waiting for me to find you?

well, maybe i will.

i wont promise a dream come true

but i can promise to love you

like no other will ever love you.

treat me "right"

love me much

dont neglect the smallest touch

just be there

be around

let me enjoy finding

what i have found

don't expect me to dive right in

i'll be hesitant, at least, my friend,

but i'll be yours if you wait out the storm

and let me walk the tight rope

i'm stringing along

let me walk it for a while

to prove i can walk it alone.