Overwhelmed

He asked me if I was doing alright, he brought me coffee, he listened to me. He told me about his concerns. We listened to each other.

I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I've never been someone who could talk about things, and even then it takes me years to truly open up.

And yet, here is this boy, this strange and wonderful boy, that shows up at my door with coffee, and he cares.

For the first time in my life, I feel like there's someone that will take care of my heart, and I can't get over it or stop playing the afternoon over in my head. But that's what a muse does, isn't it? Captivates, inspires, makes you think of things in a different way.

I don't know how to feel, I don't know what I do feel. I'm frightened and excited all at the same time.

God help me, may he be gentle with my heart.