Life-Saving Freedom

Yes, you were sweet. But who knew you were serious.

It started out as nothing; as “Hey, I’m *****”. Then the next year, we were making jokes, calling each other, and making each other laugh everyday.

Who knew you’d actually feel anything.

Who knew you’d make me feel those butterflies inside.

The butterflies which I told no one about.

No one knew, because I didn’t even admit it to myself.


It was all a secret, really.


You called, we chatted, we talked, you sang, I cried.

I left, you stayed, we chatted, you loved.

We laughed, we fought, we ranted, I got irritated.

You apologized, you made up for it, you made me come back to you.

Over and over again.


Eventually, I loved. I didn’t know I did. I didn’t know that was the feeling.

But what would you call it when I would get happy and excited to see your name sign in on AIM? When I got that fuzzy feeling everytime you asked “How was your day babe?” or “Good morning darling.”?


It might not have been love love, but it sure was a feeling.

A feeling of care, of concern, of… well, a form of love.


I’m sitting here reading the message you sent me earlier tonight.

And I’m still getting those butterflies.


Maybe one day we’ll run into each other again.


<3