I love her everyday.
I think about her through all passing moments, but those singular thoughts catch me and hold me still. I may travel near the places we’ve kissed, smiled at each other or held on tight to the others body, and if I’m without her, it brings a longing lust for her. She may know this, she may not.
I sometimes pass by these places and I sometimes get the feeling that they could so easily be places of pain if I lost her. Without her, they would be toxic. Nothing but ruin would run in my veins if I went near those places. But I won’t lose her. I cannot lose this woman. Each effervescent sigh, love-drunk gaze and full, defenseless laugh sends me floating down every path engraved with hurt… Healing and absolving them. To me, she is more than a beautiful human.
She is a work of art. She is music. She is the sexiest woman to ever come into my life. She is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. She is Italian. She is talented. Her voice turns my skin into putty. Her lips press onto me like nameless joys; Things even God didn’t think to describe.
She is going through hard times, I am living through my life. We found each other as friends and now we are partners in all this turmoil. I will fight with her and for her. There is nothing that could deter me from loving her completely. She inhabits my dreams, how could I turn from her if I wanted to?
Our nostalgia is happening now. This dream is lucid. I love her…
