Seem to skip with every step.

Suddenly, the city lights don't shine as bright. The noise of the streets and the chatter of people passing by are but inconceivable murmurs. The whole world slows down. Or speeds up - I'm not really sure. And I seem to skip with every step, and I seem to know where I am going, but I don't seem to be there. In my head a scene is on loop. I relive a moment over and over and over, there in my head and in my heart. I have a habit of falling in love where God takes me (and praise God he takes me to the best places), every time taking with me a part of a place and more than that, a part of the people I am blessed to connect with. But maybe it is only now I realise I also leave a part of me - a piece of my heart. And how truly touched and very glad I am to find out someone actually holds and keeps it. Someone actually took a part of me too and has held it dearly, embraced it tightly. I am happy and grateful beyond words. What a blessing to be loved.