you, you, again
While the world is exciting... the world doesn't have you
Every castle, winery, bookstore, pathway... no matter where it was, it was you. Paris, you. London, you. Belgium, you. Our conversations short and sweet, too few times drawn out, sometimes I missed you so much it hurt, sometimes I cried when writing one of my carefully chosen postcards or parchment paper to you. I never cried because I disagreed with my circumstances... I'm lucky, I know. I wanted you. Your arms, your voice... oh your voice and your eyes. Those blue, blue eyes. I am as willingly lost in those as I was on the trains around England. Your smile. Oh the smile that follows your endearing laugh - what a sight to behold. I never want to see that fade.
I understand you have a very rocky road ahead. While I can't know how you feel, I can be here to help you feel better. I am your lighthouse... please take that guidance if you are lost. While I can't fix things, I can be there to take the storm with you... to hold you close, to scratch your head, to tell you things will be ok and to love you.
Oh, god. I love you.
Finally.
Every castle, winery, bookstore, pathway... no matter where it was, it was you. Paris, you. London, you. Belgium, you. Our conversations short and sweet, too few times drawn out, sometimes I missed you so much it hurt, sometimes I cried when writing one of my carefully chosen postcards or parchment paper to you. I never cried because I disagreed with my circumstances... I'm lucky, I know. I wanted you. Your arms, your voice... oh your voice and your eyes. Those blue, blue eyes. I am as willingly lost in those as I was on the trains around England. Your smile. Oh the smile that follows your endearing laugh - what a sight to behold. I never want to see that fade.
I understand you have a very rocky road ahead. While I can't know how you feel, I can be here to help you feel better. I am your lighthouse... please take that guidance if you are lost. While I can't fix things, I can be there to take the storm with you... to hold you close, to scratch your head, to tell you things will be ok and to love you.
Oh, god. I love you.
Finally.