When you told me to feel my emotions and let the words crash onto the shore that is me, I couldn’t help but imagine a great swell in my chest. Whenever I think of you, it comes crashing into my heart—barrel rolling its beauty into the warm cockles and drenching the organ in its inspiration.
When I am posed with the possibility of losing you, however, the swell quiets to a lull. Perfectly still waters. The full Moon reflecting from its deep dark friend, but there is no ebb. No flow. Only stillness and the quiet hum of the stars alight.
I prefer when the storm is raging and I’m bereft of reprieve. I want the Moons tides to consume me. To tell you how much I love you is to bend and shape with the waves. Tumultuously tempest and unabashedly real.
My love for you is depthless. An unending motion of desire, respect, and fondness. I’ll be sure to tell you just as often as this storm visits.
Take care of you for me.