A Letter to Him

Every part of me is yours so long as you'll have it. I appreciate you and all that you are. Spending hours with me, comforting me and making me smile when I get your notifications. You give me a reason to look forward to tomorrow. A spot light during ever dimming days.

"You're a part of me I didn't know I was missing, but fits so perfectly. "

"I lean into you because you're my happy place and with my ear against you I can hear the sweetest and comforting hum of rain. "

We grew comfortable, easy within each presence- words would flow, hypotheticals formed, like endless rounds of 20 questions. From the random questions we moved to hypotheticals- random scenarios, about the future, our future- what we would do, what we would like. We come to the same conclusion, "I want to Share your address. I want to come home and sit under a Kitchen Light, across from you and look into your eyes."

"My day wouldn't be complete without you in it. Take my hand, hold onto this with me and join me each day"

There are songs and rhythms that flow through the air, like the smell of Rain- a comforting feeling which envelops me. The way the songs imbed themselves in my head and heart, like his honey sweet voice and it's ability to Ease My Mind.

"Its like a symphony of sweetness you speak to me . Hours sharing anecdotes and pieces of ourselves. Getting closer- I adore you"

"The hum of the intro to the beat of the chorus, the bridges lull me with thoughts of you. Even when it comes to a close, a sweet soft symphony of memories to be made."

"You're my someone who I don't want to be mad at, who I can’t stand not talking to, and who I'm afraid of losing"

"I'll always have time for you, whether you ask or not my heart will spare time and space for you"

In conversations we've swapped ideas, traded war stories- observed the others voice as we looked back into the fog of our memory. Slowly revealing pieces of ourselves and deciding this stop was worth hopping on. There was no rush, no initial hurray to arrive at any destination. We paused, stopped at every Yellow Light. Taking our time and knowing there will be stops ahead to depart and take in the scenery- but we will arrive when we do.

"She hears your voice and wishes there was a way to touch you. To make the bad days- better, to clear away the cloudy skies and make the fields a little brighter for you. Her heart aches at the thought of your troubles, but she knows that she can't fix you, and she wouldn't want you. She cares for you muckiness and all, and she'll help you through the muck when you allow her."

We aren't ignorant of the danger that presented itself in the past- we learned in each other there is safety in the others arms. Words and sentiment may need to be repeated- But I will always say again and again the words I said before.

Our lovely, silly poetic lines- I couldn't Imagine not telling you everyday. I will always tell you the words I've said before, they may not before in the same order, but they will always mean the same thing-

You know just how to distract me, pull me away from the churning turmoil of my thoughts. Both of us thinking of a bit, "They must think I'm weird..." but our perceived weirdness is equal to one another, blending smiles on the others face. Not allowing us to slander ourselves, but understanding it's hard to accept to accept the compliments and compassion we give to each other. It blossomed out of nowhere- developing subtly and sweet butterflies unlike what we were used to. The feelings, and compassion, communication, and understanding unlike what were given before. It started off strange, a bit unfamiliar but all the more exciting and spectacular.

"My heart is yours. My love eternally exists for you, I will always tell you this. But when I forget myself, know that that is my inadequacies I feel within me, not the chance of my love for you wavering."