Fix Me Up

Sometimes I share my favorite poems with my therapist when they are about you. Most of the time it’s because I’m frustrated that I cannot fully encapsulate the emotions I feel when I love you and see you and know you. And often times, she says “that is quite romantic”. And I agree, it is, they are. But not in a romance way, but in a romantic friendship way. Does that make sense? You make me solid. I feel love and stress in my shoulders but with you, the stress melts away and instead of it festering near my neck I can feel love and happiness and peace right underneath both of my shoulder blades and it is so solid. Solid. Rant over, for now.