There’s so much that occupies a space in my brain I wish I could make go away. Far far away from something so close to my eyes. It seems to blind me, or maybe just fuzz my vision an awful lot.  but either way, I can’t seem to see all that well… until you.

I’m trying to write something that actually makes sense inside my heart but the words keep getting stuck. I’m sneaking too close to it, like a child to a baby bunny, and I’m frightening it away, watching it scamper into the dark over and over again. I’m trying to find something of substance, so I keep thinking of you, for you are the most substantial, real, true thing I’ve found in this existence. But I’m getting rather frustrated because nothings coming out the way it should and my head is all foggy, making my reality shift all woosie like.

You: if I were to make a painting of you it’d be so full it’d feel like it was exploding off the canvas. And perhaps that’s what it’d do, I’ve grown accustomed to your ability to defy the odds. If I were to write a story about only you, which I’m bound and determined to complete, it’d be years long. Brimming with simple, mundane moments all the way to the mountain top majesties. I’d gladly give my entire existence to create something of timeless intent just for you. Hell, if love could breathe life into anything at all, I’d spend every last breath on you.

You terrify me in the most exciting ways. And it’s all I can do to not strip off in an instant, running a thousand miles barefooted to you. My heart communicates with the sun on a daily basis to shine extra bright, extra warm just for you. To know you are loved and cherished by me has very quickly become my only pursuit in this existence. And truly, I don’t know what I was doing before without it, but I know without a doubt, that I never could live without it.