missing missives
i hope that, in my actions, i deliver on all the love letters i wrote and never sent you.
how could i write one now? it seems trivial, things are so much deeper. i will attempt, and yet you may never see it.
you are my steady, but also my spontaneity.
you are my strength.
you are my compass.
you are my anchor.
you are what keeps me from feeling old, and shriveled, and so fucking over everything.
you are what keeps me from being too set in my ways.
i love you because we like the same things, but you still manage to open up new horizons for me.
i love you over and over again.
i picked you, would have always picked you.
for richer or poorer, in sickness or health. even when you sat by my side that long last summer, when i almost died.
always and always. it was always you, and i'm sorry i wasted my energy on anyone else.
(p.s. i also love you because you just came and gave me weird tim & eric kisses on my cheek.)
12:45 a.m. - 2012-08-11