…is when you lie beside me and I can forget myself for a few hours. I don’t want to think about all the tasks that await me, or the insurmountable obstacles that ring you like a barricade. Instead, I want to dissolve, losing all sense of myself in a kiss that goes on for days. Can I reach the very bottom of it or will it wind languidly on a never-ending trip, leading me to parts unknown but still strangely familiar?
It doesn’t matter because I will board that train and take it to the end of the line. The uncertainty of the future doesn’t frighten me nearly as much as the possibility that it could be lost and never realized. Why should I fret about the inconsequentials? They shall be swept away, for I have seen what lies beyond and nothing save self-doubt can sabotage it.
What an exquiste surprise this journey has become. I’m captivated by the beauty and complexity of its design, and thrilled that I no longer have to take the helm. I only have to acknowledge that I’ve been chosen and then to participate wholeheartedly.
Is the the joining of you to me that is the end, or is it representative of my missing pieces coming together in joyful reunion? It has been said that love cannot manifest between two if it does not first exist independently within each one. If this is true, then my happiness is magnified a hundredfold for I know with absolute certainty that no matter the outcome, I shall be upheld.
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