Dear You

Dear You who invades my dreams every once in a while,


Hi. How's Poseidon, is he treating you well? I hope so. The truth is, I'm glad to have you back in my life. I thought I'll never see you again when you vacated that small space in my life you held years ago. But I guess I'm wrong. It's nice to be with you again. I like talking to you. I don't know if it's just me but we really do connect in ways that I can't explain. Your emotions may not exactly be as unpredictable as mine but, somehow, we understood each other. You just know what I'm talking about most of the time and it fascinates me that you just get me without me elaborating.

I like how we've gotten closer since the last time we saw each other again. But it's weird though, it's weird that I'm scared to know you, scared to get even more close to you. I like being around you but it seems that getting even more close to you would lead me to another emotional disaster. And I just don't have time for the pain or any other complicated things right now.

Being near you,  it's like getting close to the fire on a cold, rainy night. I like being with you because I get to have a bit of the sunshine that you radiate from your soul. I've always been cautious not to get too close, though, for I fear I might be pulled by your gravity and I won't anymore be in control, and I like being in control.

But it seems that if I go on, I'd lose control pretty soon. I've built walls around me but it's surprising how you could just blow them off effortlessly.

So, dear you, who invades my dreams once in a while, please, don't let me lose control. I just can't lose control.