But I don't want small talk.
Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your bestfriend this morning.
Tell me why you never pull back your hair when I ask you to.
Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother's house that one weekend.
Call me when I'm half asleep and tell me why you believe in God.
Tell me about the first time you saw your mom cry.
Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I'll be hanging on to every word you say.
Tell me everything.
I don't want someone who just talks about the weather.
At this point, the heart of mine wants what it wants.
There's no logic to these things.
You meet someone and you fall in love.
and that's that.
-poemsporn