I love you.
I am so happy you are here.
I feel you in rays of sunshine and deep breaths into my hip flexors and the warm heaviness of my eyelids. I feel you in the way my hair gets unruly in the best way, tumbling over my face, reminding me to stay wild. I feel you in eating honey right off the spoon and the lemons yellowing in the sunshine.
Sometimes you write for me and I have no idea what is coming out and sometimes I don’t even remember writing. In those moments, I know it’s you. I know you’ve shown up to play in my subconscious for a while, to pull some strings, reach in to braid the wires into technicolour tapestries, just to see what happens.
Maybe this will make her see, you say.
I do see.
I do, even if it’s just glimpses through blurred lenses. I’m coming.
I’ll keep collecting flowers for you, dancing with my whole heart, falling in love with everything.
It’s all for you.
For us.
For me.