My Love,
Today, a milestone of sorts. We, you and I, share in this moment that has so many special meanings. Those meanings will remain private between us as we bathe in them together. As it will be, as it is, and as it shall be.
There is some light meant for only us to share as we cuddle under the blankets gazing at the same beautiful fire. It is a fire that we’ve danced around and gazed upon many times in our lifetimes together, warming our souls and hearts as the music we create kicks the dust up from under our feet. We hear the drumbeats in our touch and find the rhythm in our hearts, often reminded that we’ve been here before in some way, at some time. True lovers such as we are not meant for the ordinary. Rather, we create the extraordinary in our actions, our deeds, and the dances we share under the moonlight beside a fire meant only for us.
In truth, my Love, you are the great song. The song I’ve heard in my distant youthful challenges. The song I’ve heard in my withering strength, in my despair, in my darkness. It is a song that’s inspired me to rise when all has seemed lost, and begged me to find a fire so we could share a glance together, a moment where everything was right and the world was in its right place. I did not know you, but I loved you then. I could not hear you, but I heard you then. I could not see you, but I knew that you existed. Imagine, a faith so strong as to find a way to survive despite not knowing why. If you can, then you can imagine you, to me.
Then imagine the moment you slowly walked through those doors into my life. Imagine the moment of complete awe, of complete uncertainty in the certainty. Imagine me, a man sculpted to be your lover from the moment he was born suddenly embracing the very love his soul had always promised him existed. Overwhelmed I was, but I was made for the task.
Now, we are here, finally together beside the fire of our love, nestled tightly beneath the blanket of our embrace. Though we’ve discovered the truth of love we share, we have yet to fully grasp the reality of our union and what the ripples we have sent through the Universe. The words we pen and the stories we tell are but one of many that we have yet to discover and who have yet to reveal the beauty they birth. The beauty will be in their realization, my love, and I look forward to each discovery we share.
It is, on this day when we honor our first moments when the love between us sprouted, that I honor all of those things. Because I love you, because I remember you from a place where no memory exists, I honor you as a natural flow of my existence. I love you as I must, in honor of the soul you are, wanting nothing more than to love you in the only way I know how.
With Pure Truth,
Your Love