The beauty of being able to start over again. 
A blank slate, psychology says.
Not being scared, or judged, better yet. 
Thank you for being there. 
The universe conspired and put you there. 
At that time and place, I was there too. 
Billions of chances and it only took one.
They say physical connections are common 
while mental ones are rare. 
Life has got it's ways. 
The same way two strangers connect.
It's hard to explain. 
For it's not something you say, but something you feel.
In your chest, throat, arms and guts.
Even the encyclopedia fails to explain.
I was not asking for it, but I wanted it.
Perplexed and astonished I led myself go. 
Go where I have never gone before.
Run because I am mad and 
as a dream catcher I chase all I want.
The irony becomes the paradox of the need. 
The need to go your way for my want. 
I'm mad, obsessed for the chemistry we share.  
Don't love me or want to love me. 
The paradox of wanting you is the need to let you go.
Your sweet voice convinces me otherwise. 
Sleep side by side and let the night turn into day.
The same way we turn strangers into melodies of perfect waves.

I don't want this or this to end.