My good luck charm to bring you to me.
I want to be my own good luck charm.
You know I am not really superstitious. I just like the idea of luck imbuing certain things. Myself being one of them. Myself when I am with you being one of the finest examples of luck in life I have known.
I wonder if you believe in luck. You sit silent with an inscrutable expression. My hands are out, reaching and empty, until I pull them back in to wrap around my coffee cup. I wonder if you believe in luck, or if you control your life so completely now that there is no room for chance to flit in and leave you wondering. I cannot help but wonder, believing in luck as I do, and wait to hear your choice.
The hard part about living your life by choice, as I also do, is that you have to keep making the same choices over again. I choose to let myself fall into the joy of feeling life with you in it. But the choice has to be made over and over. Being deliberate means there is always a choice. Being lucky means that you choose falling into me, too. Being lucky is not a choice.
Life is not that hard, really. I have a charmed life. Life is glorious. Frankie told me today that she wanted to go play outside because the ground smells so good when it first warms up. I feel like I am the earth, warming up under some sun I am trying to follow.
I want to be my own lucky charm with you.