It's You

It's you. It's always been you. It's you when I wake up, and when I fall asleep. Those little moments when I see or read something, and they make my heart explode for a second or I get that warm feeling in my face, it's you. It was so hard for me to see this until now. It's funny because when I realized this I was driving by a wide open field and the blue sky and I saw how well they complimented each other. I was drinking a cup of coffee. The taste of the creamer and the coffee blending beautifully together reminded me of you and I. I see the way the right colors collide, and how the melody of rythim and tempo makes the msuic so perfect. The feeling of a soft and fluffy blanket, or the sound of rain on pavement, the way the sunset looks in the middle of September, the colors of the trees in a town covered in trees looks in October. These are all of the things that I find so comforting. They make me feel at peace. I find a little piece of these things in you, and a little piece of you in these things that I love.