we made magic

we were not the only ones in the coffee shop, but we may as well have been.  we sat close at the small round table, white mugs between us.  not even a date, that was, but the sky, the heavens, was seven shades brighter than ever!  bwahahaha!  and love was ridiculous, silly in a good way.  i knew then that you wanted me, you sought me there, in that chair, leaned short across the table, placed your soft and rough hand on my arm, and spoke tha magic into the silence - how are you, really?

it was an invitation, a request to be honest, a loving, affectionate dare, a challenge to risk exposure, a call to intimacy, closeness.  and i had one of two choices to make:  i could tell you, or not.  isn't that always the choice?  let you see or i stay hidden.  speak or stay silent.  love or be safe.

that day, i chose visibility.  i chose to speak.  i chose to love.

i answered you, honest and true.  i looked you in the eye and gave myself permission to answer your questions.
and that moment, we made magic, you and i!

ps.  ilysm!  thank you for being in my life!