I Think...

The thing about me is I'm always writing. Even when I'm looking in your eyes no pen or paper for miles. I'm spinning words inside my head about how bad I'm going to miss your eyes when this ends. The thing about me is I always know when things aren't forever. You and I? What a twist it would be... I can't even picture what our forever would look like. Maybe I won't let myself because I know it's an impossibility. It would hurt too much to let myself wonder down that path. But I always find myself wondering... what if... what if we keep finding ourselfs here is because its fate. I know. How cliche. And I don't throw that word around. I don't say forever unless my soul screams it out. But as we lay there, in silence, looking at each other in a sleepy post sex moment, my soul is whispering something. Almost too faint to hear. 'I think...' it murrmurs against your skin. It breaths the words over and over in a little engine that could type mantra.
I think I think I think....
I'm not exactly sure what this means...
But I think... it could be something... maybe...