Blank Slate

Her pen hovers over the page.
Not touching. Not yet.
Her mind is whirling with words, images and feelings.
What to write.
What words will express her thoughts at this very moment?

Thoughtful.
Considering.
Wonder.
Amazement.
Contentment.
Caution.
Adoration.
Desire.
Fear.

Her eyes close as she completes her small list. They seem so paltry and inexpressive.
She could show her thoughtfulness with her praise.
Her consideration is for what is to come.
The wonder is not only about the events but him.
She is amazed that this is happening.
Content in what she has now.
The caution comes because of her emotions spiraling out of control.
Then she slips into the easy way she adores him.
As that happens she feels the heated desire wash through her soul.
Then the fear slips in to dampen the way she feels for she fears all will cease.

Opening her eyes she looks out the window into the night.
Let it be whatever it is meant to be.
Allow it to grow into whatever it shall grow into.

A small smile slips over her lips and she is content once again.