They say everything will happen in its due time.
And I beleived to an extent.
But God is the Master of all things in Life
And he pulled a fast one on me.

One doesn't understand the extent of the depth of this,
Marianas trench ain't got nothing on this.
And I'm still dumbstruck
Will be for a while.
If its not all a dream.

I'm Euphoric.

Its been a lifetime.
A nostalgic flood.
There is a history,
And the future awaits.

I remember when we spoke for the first time ever
The result: I ran.

The both of us,
One table,
And a conversation.
I was a feisty little firecracker then.

And that trip,
I remember that too.
No word were spoken.
None.

Then the hiatus.
The longest of many.

Then the trend of nightly conversations began.
And the ballads
Of cupid beating the hell out of me.
Cute. Real cute.

Do you remember any of this?
I do and so much more.

What bothers me now is,
How the hell
Does one reciprocate
To something of that magnitude?
(Aside from the waterworks?)

(I hope this is a good enough start)