letters from Africa

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind

In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here

I went back and read the romance, 

I went back to see where we were... apart from how far we've come. 

I read you point out the best things about me from 8,200 miles away. 

You were encouraging and supportive. 

You were romantic and passionate about me, you,...us.

I guess you could say that you were in love.

"I love you, Rachel.
I don't think I say that enough.
Remember who you are and what you truly believe in before you do anything.  Most of the time it comes naturally, instinctively, but at times we are all lost. Remember who you want to be and what you dream to be, they can't lead you wrong.  I feel like you are going through some hard times now and I am suffering, because I am not there with you.
Let me leave you with, I love you."

Now, Here I am.

Giving you the best of me right in front of you, 

you question it. you question me. 

Maybe it's because from far away....

you only see what you want to see. 

You don't have a choice to put things into focus. 

Here I have one of the greatest human beings ever created right in front of me. 

He's someone that makes me believe there are still good people in this world. 

He's someone who I can sit and talk to for hours, about absolutely everything or nothing..

It's almost like the ways of the world haven't reached him yet, 

or maybe he's just successfully rejected them. 

I look at him and his entirety... 

his grace and love...

and then I turn away. 

Half of my heart wants that love and everything he has to offer. 

I really really do...

But then the other half of my heart wants something more...

Why? How is that possible?

Who else in the world makes a cognitive decision to be alone? 

Is it my fears or my ambitions that are holding me back? 

I still can't decide. 

"...I love that you can get through things with your head held high and always think about the good in things and especially people.  It's like you can look straight over the bad in anyone, which can be kind of scary for me at times...."

  -You only saw the best in me from far away.-

Here I am, and

There you are.

Just as simple as it should be. 

The how I cant recall

But im staring at

What once was the wall

Separating east and west

Now they meet admidst

The broad daylight

So this is where you are

And this is where I am

Somewhere between

Unsure and a hundred

Its hard I must confess

Im banking on the rest to clear away

Cause we have spoken everything

Everything short of I love you

You right where you are

From right where I am

Somewhere between

Unsure and a hundred

And who's to say its wrong

And who's to say that its not right

Where we should be for now

So this is where you are

And this is where I am

So this is where you are

And this is where ive been

Somewhere between 

Unsure and a hundred