Like The Air

I knew you where here.
Part of my being, of who I am.
But I couldn't see you.
Feel you.
Touch you.
Smell you.
Hear you.
Like the air.
Nothing....emptiness.
Scaring me to an endless measure.
Because I knew for you,
the disgusting love I was supposed to feel.
It wasn't there.
I feared I was failing already.
Failing at something that should come so naturally.
I would know a part of my anatomy is missing,
if I couldn't do this.
I started to doubt everything about myself I had known.
The depression of that dissapointment,
was like finding out there was no Santa Claus.
It was all lies.
And everything you had ever thought was wrong.
But there was a breeze.
And I felt the cool, fresh, release glide over my skin.
Playing with my hair.
The smallest of sensations through my body.
The tiny nudge I felt.
Like a little butterfly,
You let me know you where there.
Then with each punch, kick, and flip.
You started to prove me wrong all over again.
I started to believe in you, and in me.
I might just be able to do this.
And I might just be GREAT at it too.
I started to feel that disgusting love I knew was there.