And Endless Array of Words

I cannot wait for the tomorrows life is bringing us.
Whether they be triumphant or tragic,
exciting or subtle,
I simply cannot wait.
Sometimes the words and the thoughts
bring up that spirit that has stirred inside me since I was small.
You know, that one small rebelliously compassionate spirit
that knows it can change the world
but just doesn't always quite know how.
You make me remember who I've been
and who I still am.
I like that. I like that very much.
This deep part of me is aching to be able
to describe each intricate feeling
with the same delicacy that my words do.
I don't know how. For now, this will have to suffice.
But I can promise you I am going to learn.
Not just for you, but for me as well.
You have inspired me.
There's still depths of my past you've yet to learn.
I know there's still corners of your mind
that are dark enough
that it will take much longer before I shed light on them.
That is okay.
My past brought forth a flurry of people
who, in all my innocence, I trusted wanted to get to know me
for more than a moment.
They didn't, and I know now.
It takes more than an encounter to learn another person.
We are intricate and vast.
We are moments, and minutes, and miles and miles.
I want to do this the right way.
I am doing this the right way.
Sometimes I get very afraid.
Most often I keep that fear to myself
and keep on walking with my chin up, letting my fear remain
unbeknownst to even the closest.
Since I was very young, I've gotten lost in the maze of my own thoughts.
I know you can understand that.
That amazes me.
My youth was vastly different from the norm
and I think yours was too.
You honestly do understand.
It's still early, I know.
Our eyes are still opening
To each other
To the world
I hope my endless array of words
doesn't end up annoying you or tiring you
or anything of the sort.
Because, in all honestly, this whole flurry of words
is because I honestly really like you.
The plain truth.
It seems so simple.
It is so simple.
And so much of me can't see very well how
such simple words could convey what I really mean by that.
I think you know though.
You really do get me.
At least, more so than most people I meet.
And by now you know my words
are an endless fleet of ships that keeps my brain safe and alive.
Please, don't mind my words.
I will admit, the fear is still in me
as it always is every time I let someone see
who I am.
I am afraid that you will look on in
and you will not like the view
and you will move forward.
I know it happens. I've seen it happen.
But I don't want that to happen to you.
There's nothing in my hands that can control the universe.
That scares us all.
But you understand me
and you stick up for me
and you know who I am better
in days
than many people can understand
in years.
And for some reason
that urges me to use every word I can muster up
to help explain the sheer, simple fact
that I really really like you
and would like to talk to you
for a long, long time.