whispers and voice-overs.

The balance I had been askingfor, seemed to off-kilter my memory of where these things usually linger. Roadmaps drawn out in pretty pictures, still a bit uneasy to read. "You're not too easy to read, either," she informed me. I agreed. But this break between the patter-pit my heart translates as butterflies, makes all the more reason I feel so eager to learn this new love language. We communicate on different intervals, somehow still saying the same thing without voicing a sound. Two met histories with too many stories, at times, waiting to be shared, erased at others.

Patter--If you love me, I'll love you forever. So please do not yesterday this as so many others have offered. I, will love you forever, if you let me--Pit.