I love to read, and good books are hard to find.

I could tell by the look in your eyes last night, that you saw me.
Really saw me, and you understood.
That comforts me. Knowing that I didn't have to explain.
That without the words my heart still spoke to you, and that you heard it, felt it.
That you found it's whisper deafening.
I've never been told that before, that I'm like a book that you can't put down, that you love to read, and want to immerse yourself in. That you NEED to know more.
It was a powerful statement. Almost as powerful as your eyes searching my face, proclaiming their sincerity, and trying to unmask my emotions.
I should have said something, but.. I couldn't.
I couldn't speak.
Every word seemed inadequate, and they just stayed there, trapped, in my throat.
There were things that I wanted to tell you,
Like how Your thoughts and feelings conveyed moved me.
And I felt a hunger for more..
A need to be known by you.
A desire matched in intensity only by fear.
Fear of being lost, and..being found.
What choice do I have?
I'm lead by my heart and where it goes I will follow obediently...
As it lights my way, even in the darkness.