Chris,

I've never been one to share my feelings out loud. I'm almost too good at hiding that I have to leave my spots to be seen. But if I let you... I mean really let you, inside there's something real to be found. You don't see me often and sometimes you won't hear my voice, but the whole time my mind is fumbling with words just for you. We got to share today and this meant I got to really look at you. Your eyes matched your smile and I couldn't remember how, or why you would be here sitting with me. But you were. And you treated me with soft kisses and hand massages. Still, I hid behind my eyelids and kept away from extended kisses, leaving my heart untouched. When the drive home came, my thoughts caught up to themselves when a song played and I saw your face. The song was sad and spoke words that I use to feel. It reminded me about all the drives home I'd spend crying, trying to hide from any other car to see through my window. But somehow... you ended up inside, ready to take on the next roads to come. You read my walls today and most of it carried "struggle" and loss memories. But hearing this song tonight had me realize I'm not that girl anymore. I'm not the girl that needs to hide. My walls are ready to be painted and I'm happy to know you're going to be there to paint them with me, as a friend, or as a lover. Either way, I've come to find you are the good thing in a world gone bad.