Not Mine

but I like it anyway. Forgotten the source though.

"I flew 2000 miles to feel closer to you..not realizing that a distance of only millimeters still leaves your heart out of reach.
And your bed..is no warmer than mine..if you graciously sleep on the couch. New York minutes are different than California minutes.
While you were sleeping… My heart flew 10,800 seconds through 3 time zones, and 5 thunderstorms this morning, just to arrive with the sun, bring light to your life, awaken you, then make your day a dream.
We were sleepwalking redefined, I walked hours through my sleep just to occupy the same dream with you only to realize that you're an insomniac…
And insomniacs… can't dream. They lost the ability somewhere between the late night infomercials and Ikea catalogs. And imagination… well that's still dangling from the same fist that last held your heart…and let it drop.
That's why we have to start basic. Picture a baseball game where you're the ball…and I'm the player diving to cushion your fall.
Slowly into your glove… intricately weaved, webbed with thick threads of love, you rescued me from the chaotic outfield of love's insanity, holding me tightly, you quickly threw me back to the home plate of your heart…
And the ref called safe. Safe like home with mom cooking in the kitchen. Warm like your favorite hooded sweatshirt. Comfortable like knowing that this glove was hand-crafted to fit only the shape of you. So go ahead… hide your insecurities in its crevices and realize that my love comes with no prefaces, accepting you under all circumstances, and forever believing in second chances…
If I had a second chance…I'd rewind the hands of time counter-clockwise…. Back to when you were in the third grade and I sat 8 feet from you…counter-clockwise… and I stared at the coiling strands of the back of your hair, wishing that you coiled me like that…. I'd write a note on a 2x3 inch scrap of notebook paper saying "I like you, do you like me?… circle yes, no, or maybe" so that by now I'd be asking you to marry me…
I do.
I mean, I do wish you were in this bed rather than on that couch.
I do because I want to slip my hand into yours and place it on your chest, so it's protected on one side by the rhythm of your heart, and on the other by the warmth of your fingers.
I do because my head has yet to answer the calling of a nook somewhere between your shoulder and neck.
I do because now I'm back in third grade, wondering up questions as excuses just to talk to you. Getting up to see the teacher in order to take my pre-planned route past your desk so you'll notice me.
I do… because I never stopped hoping your baggy shorts and white high-tops would come walking my way.
And they didn't… except now its ironed slacks and polished shoes spinning and dancing their way into the love laden ballroom of your heart… and we're much older now, we've danced on the almost invisibly thin lines on the path of life… never knowing that ours would cross again… but they did… and I'm still dancing…until I fall…………until I fall in love with you.
But could you? Would you let yourself really fall? Fall 2000 miles into an empty bed on a crisp night with a moonlit path leading to a teasing doorknob on a door that's slightly ajar…allowing me to see about as much as you'll let me see into your heart….
I don't have to leave your bed to know that you're not sleeping. No, you're standing at your living room window…. 12 steps clockwise from this door …2 steps counterclockwise from the moonlight…. because you find comfort… in the secret shadows of the night.
If you love the darkness…then let me put on a blindfold…so I can stand there with you… and finally explore with touch…. learn what eyes could never have known."