…and not just any ordinary way. I spoke of you like I had spent every day in your presence. Like I didn’t have tendrils of your mind tangled in my hands any moment I wanted. As if your hands were not already full with the trusses of mine. How divine. Such a pair we are. And so I felt free to be honest no matter what its lesson. A mind without guilt seems softer in the end.
I feel as though things are shifting. Correct me if I’m wrong but…. Evolving in curious ways and somehow changing. Your presence in my chaotic life has been a constant. For years now you’ve been with me through struggles and when I look, you’re still there beside me. Watching me fail and succeed. Just out of my reach. Yet, you seem to draw nearer as time passes. It’s almost like your heart just can’t stand it. Were magnetic.
So as the moon carries our bodies through this endless cycle of devotion—ebbing and flowing as the moon intended. Our hands remain clasped in honoring the other. Two cosmic waves of love and its purity. Gliding through space and multiple realities. I’m happy we’re finally happening.