He sent me four page letters, enclosed with “I Love You’s“, kissed compliments, and hope filled hugs so that I never feel alone.
When I thought I am too weak to stand, he is my backbone.
The sun begins to rise as my eyes begin to close.
I drift off into a land of my own; where thoughts manifest dreams, and the chase after them never seems to cease.
Though I always seem close, I am obsessed with triumph.
Unconsciously I dispute sleep.
Playing Shepard I count sheep, but wolves are recurrently embodying the bad dreams.
If I rest my heart my mind will follow?
Suggesting it’ll beat me to death before the scars and flaws are perfected.
He is medicine.
Every dose of him releases dopamine, and love regenerates my body.
he’s the better half of me.
Better yet —
If he is a cube, I am the squares, that combined with the depth and passion makes us whole.
Likewise — He fills all the holes.
Together attaining goals.
Aspiring and Inspiring.
He is the key I thought I threw away, and cannot be duplicated.
His heart is gold; though our love invaluable…
He is King to me.
I his Queen.
His lap, my throne.
Reading these letters and holding on to his lips for everlasting kisses.
In his smile, in his eyes, in his words, in his touch,
Whenever I feel unknowingly felt lost…
I find home in his love.
He gave me that key.
Alas — no more running through homelessness.
No more love-seats, no more couches…
At the moment, while I sleep
His chest is my mattress, and he whispers spirited harmonies
ensuring that my dreams are sweet.
So as my environment seems real, my real is a fantasy.
We met on the shores of the beach, a special place.
With notebooks consumed with these letters narrating our story.
To be continued….