A few words for him.

The sun sets on us every day and the night comes alive with the warmth of his hands

He tells me stories of how we'll live one day

A dream I yearn for constantly

He holds me in his arms, pulling me close to his beating heart, his breath.
We watch the screens before us flicker away and we drift into sleeps that neither one of us want to wake from,

For when we do he has to leave, to go home to his own and say goodbye to the sleepy eyes of the girl he loves

I've been sucked into this abyss I thought I knew

A place of madness, and heartache and eternal passion

A place where my mind feels full and empty simultaneously

A place our hearts call home.

Lately I've been discovering more about this place

about what it means to have someone whose hands fit perfectly with your own

and how it is possible to be so full of fear that I fall heavy to the ground

but then a smile from across the room will lift me from the darkness and carry me home

How is any of this possible?

How is this at all deserving?

Will it last forever?

Others don't find the need to share their love online

or share it with anyone at all

Perhaps they're right

Love should be a private matter

an emotion expressed between two people

a sacred promise of commitment that no other should interrupt

But today contentment floods my soul and my body begs me to yell

To declare my feelings

to tell him and to tell you why I wake up smiling

to reach for his arms and pull them tight around my chest

to have the smell of his skin consume me

and the tickling of his beard soothe me.

Is it so wrong for me to be publicly grateful?

It may be...

but frankly, my cares aren't giving a damn