Of all the shoes
and shirts
and skirts
and hats
and pants
and socks
and coats
and every article
of clothing I own,

somehow, I am
still naked
without
you.

I sat at the corner of my bed awaiting your reply.

The phone buzzed and as I looked down at it, a second wave of love washed over me.

I never understood why a dorky text message from you could trigger such a thing, but it did and what a sensation it was.

It wasn’t even a phone call or a voice mail, I hadn’t even heard the sound of your voice in my ears, but I’ve fallen in love with you
once more.

Here
       in
          your
                 arms,
this is my universe.

You are the stars, and my heart is yours, always, my dear.
This is the very definition of heaven on Earth.
The very definition of true happiness.
The very definition of true love.

As we roll around in
                                sheets
                       ­                 of
                                            infinity,
I can’t help but wonder:
How did I get so **** lucky?

I will never forget the time you looked at me with sunset eyes, and
let the waves just crash around you.
They washed over your cheeks and swept you away with the tide.
I couldn’t help but watch as you were pulled under, like the sun below the horizon.

In all my years,  I've heard only a handful of people say, "What doesn't **** you makes you stronger."

It might be because it's only half true.

It might be better to say, “What doesn't **** you makes you harder."

What doesn't **** you makes you harder:
-to tear down
-to betray
-to lie to
-to leave
-to forget

But it's a two-sided coin.

What doesn't **** you makes you harder:
-to get to know
-to trust
-to understand
-to get close to
-to remember

Don't be a wall, be a sea, for walls can be torn down, by raindrops alone,  and water is the strongest force on earth, yet gentle to the touch.

Tell me,  darling,  do you know                                                             ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                       what it feels like to see                                                              ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                             all of the stars fall from the sky?
Because that is what it feels like, watching the              
                                               ­          light leave your eyes as the sadness in  
                                your bones floats up from somewhere deep inside of you.  

I tell you that                                                             ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                          you can tell me anything,  not for the satisfaction of                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                                   my own curiosity,  but for the sake of your own sanity.
                                           My love, do not bottle up your stardust,
                                                      but tell me of your troubles and together  
                                                      ­      we can fashion galaxies
                                                        ­                         with what it means to
                                                           love and to be loved,  not what it means
                                                           ­                                    to wallow alone in despair.

Last night, I had a had a dream:

We were driving down a snowy-city street.
It was the biggest city we’d ever been in
because we just kept driving and driving
and driving without ever turning.

We had heavy winter coats on and
you were describing your time at work,
which seemed more like a big corporate office,
rather than a small city newspaper.
Your voice was as sweet as silk.

The sky fell to dusk, and we came to a mall
and there’s people everywhere.
The evening chill just vanishes as the
double-doors close behind us.
And we were walking together, talking
and window-shopping and enjoying
each-other’s company.

It seemed like an eternity passed before
we left the mall.
We were walking down a chilly street,
but where our hands joined us, it warmed
me to the core.


I was distracted by the cold, grey,
overcast sky and the snowy streets of the
wintery metropolis we strolled through
when you turned to me and said
something. though I didn’t hear
it in the dream, I know I’ve heard
it so many times, before.

Sometimes, it comes soft as a
whisper, and sometimes a
scream of passion.
I love you.

As humans, there are just certain things that we could never ever know.

How are we to know that there is or isn’t a god?
It is merely belief in one of the other that keeps a god alive or dead in one’s heart.

But one thing I know with absolute certainty,  without a shadow of a doubt, is that you are the most beautiful collection of stardust and bones I’ve ever seen in all of my existence.

And I am certain there is nothing that can ease the fluttering in my heart that comes at the thought of you.

I ask your advice time and time and time again because one day, I intend to tell you how I feel for you.
My dear, you are so wonderfully oblivious, that when I tell you my secret it will be that much more unexpected.
You offer wise counsel as if you know you haven’t got a shot in hell with me.
All along, it was you, my love.
It was always you.