Aimee Ferguson

I Hope You Find Me

I remember when I first knew. We'd gone to Mauritius. There had been exactly 4 sunsets. With each one I had been flooded with thoughts of how intensely, consumingly beautiful it was, and that everyone who saw it probably thought it was the most beautiful thing they’d ever seen. That’s when I begged for all these people to meet you- in some capacity- so they could lose themselves, as I do, in the incomprehensible beauty of your soul and its surroundings. I was staring at you, I lay down next to you as I ran my fingers down your spine, tracing the letters I LOVE YOU over and over on your back. I chuckled to myself about that flight we took to Tokyo when there was a mix-up with seating, I teased that you were so delightfully small I could pack you away in my carry-on. But when there was turbulence I was always so grateful to have you there with me. I'd look at you, pull you close, hold you to my heart and I felt safe. But, throughout all this, I knew.