The day I met you I think I thought that I could die right there on the spot, as long as I could shed my skin and come back as a gentle breeze on the back of your neck.
I wrote this upon meeting my husband for the first time on December 6, 2006.
I don't think I'm in love with her face or her toned body.. I think I'm in love the way she stares into the perpetual crystal blue sky.. I'm in love when she try to define this absurd world .. I'm in love the way she sprint into the crowd of small elderly gentleman to replenish the loneliness.. I'm in love when she tries to conceal the soreness of her soul with gentle smile .. I'm in love the way she express her emotions in riddle.. I'm in love when she curiously observe the eternal nature... I'm in love the way she talks passionately about her goals with her bright unblinking eyes... I'm in love the way she rest her head on my shoulder when she get tangled up in the rollercoaster of emotions... I'm in love when she close her eyes while she listens to the sounds of the wild sea waves...
Sometimes I brush my sadness off like four fingertips to a feather on the edge of my shoulder, and just watch it float there in the wind, interpreting it like a dream that has a thousand different meanings.