More than a leaf in the wind
I am being noticed rather than just drifting around him like a lonely planet, I’m not playing at the shore of his attention like strands of kelp in the waves.
I was talking to the Pihbwa when I got home from the Madrigal party (whoo, what a party) and he said he’d try to come to the 11 o’clock service for College Sunday.
“And even if I don’t make it I’ll still see you tomorrow night at church”
“Right”
“Because it’s your off night for rehearsal.”
I didn’t tell him that.
“It’s an optional one this time so you can come.”
My heart has sprouted wings. It is trying to fly its way out of my ribcage. I believe any minute now my bones will break away and I will be exposed.
“Right! Awww, you remember, how cute!”
“Yeah, I remember, I’m very perceptive.”
And we finished our conversation and I came back here to my little corner of the world where no one will contain my happiness. And no one can see me do the Girlie Bounce.
I matter. To him, I matter. To him.
