Lying in my bed...

I have never told anyone, but I was born with a hole in my heart. A hole in the middle of me. Of course doctors fixed that, but every once in a while, a great risk will slip into that hole and pour out just a foolish trickle of a value that I tend to value with my every being. For what may have been a long time, that treasure has been offered to the sources of oblivion, cruelty, and deceit, then finally I was hit by a Friday night. It felt bigger than a risk. Higher than the butterflies in my stomach. More momentous than the moments that led me to the very cause. I let you slip into my heart. I unwillingly gave you the endearing job of filling in that hole. I wanted you to keep the love in my heart and save it for yourself. Everyday I feel the progress. Everytime I see your eyes widen and your smile stretch, I know I'm doing my part too. My new goal is to put your happiness infront of mine. All I want to see is you smile. It warms my heart. It makes me feel. It makes me heartfelt.

+ this entry WOULD be inspired by Pushing Daisies (L)
...I hear the clock tick, and think of you.