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I’m addicted to the newness
The process of learning someone I never knew before
On the phone all night and when I finally hang up
I wish I could ask one more question
Learn one more lesson
Her syllabus is filled with a wide range of subjects
All of which are entirely new to me
So when she speaks I listen
The same goes for her
Connecting our lives through words
So thoroughly engaged time becomes a blur
Good day becomes good evening
Goodnight turns into good morning
I have now succumbed to the newness
It’s powerful
It’s hope that something great will follow
A chance at a different tomorrow
Out with the old and in with the new(ness)
The anticipation of communication mirrors Christmas morning
You are the first gift I see under the tree
No rush to this
I will enjoy peeling back your layers
Every rip is a pleasure to me
The newness
