Shining Letters

I want to write about you. In gold, possibly. Or in shining letters. Kidding aside, I just really want to write about you. I wrote a poem or two, I can't say for sure. But they don't quite capture this. The beginning, maybe, but not what's currently happening. But what is happening, really?

I don't know where to start when it comes to writing about you. Should I start with actual events? And write about those nights instead? Should I write about the unknown sadness I felt when I found out I liked you? Should I write about moments spent actually smiling and laughing with you? Should I write about us (is it okay to say that? I kinda feel weird using that.) and this thing? Or the uncertainty I feel when I think of you? Should I write of that last stick spent as I read a book and thought of you? Or should I write about how every love song is suddenly about you?

I don't know how I feel so I wouldn't know what to write. So here it is. It'll be in fragments, in phrases, in unfinished sentences. And in songs. It would be in lines from a poem and in pictures. Mostly in pencil scribbles or smears from a pen on my notebook. Oh, I don't know. It would be from moment to moment. Allow me to collect mental pictures that I'll store in this huge box of pictures I have in one corner of my mind. Allow me to wallow in every emotion I feel in this thing. And then I'll write a few words. Maybe a poem or several poems, or maybe a song? I'll write in phrases first, then sentences, maybe paragraphs. And hopefully it ends, in this story about two people who got lost and are still lost, but now comfortably so.

No, I'm not sentimental or hyper-emotional. Maybe a little? But not on most days. Just right now, at this very moment, I can justly say: You make me happy. The organic kind that makes you smile a dopey smile -- that kind of happy. Let's just leave it at that for the time being.