Call me crazy, I think I love you?

Is it too soon? I ask my heart.

"You always think that. But you are free."

My beating heart,

I feel you pounding against my chest, looking for a way out. Please stop trying to run away.

Try.

Let things happen naturally without overthinking everything and worrying about getting lust confused with love.

"You’re indecisive and that drives me crazy. You’re always in a disagreement with mind and it hinders my progress towards love."

You with your ‘stop right there’, and ‘I don’t think he’s the right one’, or ‘I think I should wait’, and ‘what if I end up in shatters?’

I know you’re trying to find your footing on this shaky path that keeps turning and changing and stopping at dead ends. But I’m learning to help you grow and through this, I am allowing myself to feel. It’s not enough to learn things and keep them to myself, however. We could all learn a lesson from Rachel C Lewis who wrote ‘Tell the people you love them, you love them.’ It’s a simple lesson that is so hard to practice; and I'm sure she's not the only who has said it, but strangers sometimes say it better than I ever could, when I cannot hear my heart loudly enough over my mind.

"I wish you could listen to a bit more intently."

The Begonia tiger pours for you, take this Begonia pause; for you:

“Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be — to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether it’s your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.”

And an equally important lesson says:

“Caring is not synonymous with being crazy.”

And with the reassurance of the heart, a new rhythm:

And so here is me,

dropping my shields

Though I don't know you yet,

I like what I see.

I can tell you're on of the good ones

Slow and steady, usually

But would you like to have some fun?

Would you like to make sweet love to me, under this glorious sun?