He seems so ready now to do all of those things that he has sat on for the years before I set him undone. He says this morning that he needs a direction and asks me to pick one.
"Up, always up"
And then he says that then he must go speak to the people at the college and I smile at his new found sense of purpose, maybe my best friend was right that I could be a catalyst for that sort of thing.
I know she thinks less of me and I know she doesn't see in him what I see, but she doesn't see him rushing from his bed at night, to scribble words, to come back and kiss my shoulder, and inhale poetry in his unmade bed, my unmade heart that is set apart from the other girls he has laid there with before me.
I know his favorite color, I bought a bra in that color, I have never done such a thing before. Never cared before.
I notice that his hands are almost the size of my own as I wonder what he holds.
Chris says,
"I have loved you for years and you know because all I want is for you to be happy, for someone to give you what I never could."
