Letters

[radiant___decay]

I'm typing at my keyboard like a dervish, filled with a passion to get the words out before the feeling slips away from me as almost everything else has. You're lying on the bed, breathing softly, sleeping after a long day and an even longer night. I just want to write this down before I can't remember this, so you can read it at some point and remember for the both of us just how I feel about you.

I feel brighter for having known you. My world is more illuminated, more vibrant. The blood that rushes through my veins and arteries is cleaner. My thoughts are dirtier, but in the good way that only you can fully understand. I drink deeper, breathe fuller, and the waiting... well, waiting is.

I don't lose as much as I once did, because there is less to lose. There's a process that occurrs when I learn new things about you and you about me. I keep you and you keep me, and you guard things that aren't totally yours much more carefully than the things you fully own. It's easier to break your own toys, but break someone else's toy, and you feel far worse. It's like a bank, and the interest is interest, and Love, and genuine caring.

I can feel your soul. And that soul is dancing, and it's infectious.

It's a samba.