What Love is Like

"Falling in love is not like tandem skydiving. Falling in love is a solo act. You jump and hope your parachute opens. Sometimes you look up and see that you are falling by yourself, the object of your desire still on the plane, not interested in jumping, watching you descend into that scary place alone. In the worst case, you look down and see that the other person never left the ground. Had not even considered leaving, jumping the last thing on their mind."

I'm touched, I breathe. Heavy and deep. Heart racing, body heating. Two statues- longing, escaping stone minds. Sounds escaping closed mouths. I'm kissed, I breathe. Shallow, short breaths- indicative of passionate anticipation. Cold lips on warm skin, creating bursts of color and rays of light. Leaves fall away and I'm exposed, golden flowers hardening from cool air. Eyes close. I breathe. Faster as motives become transpicious. Uncertainty is replaced by surrender. I breathe, I welcome connection. Statues come to life. Eyes open- wanting to take in all there is to offer.

You Are

You are words I can't describe, the joy in my heart, the comfort I need. You are the breeze that cools the day, the sun that warms my face, the flower in my hair. You are the blue in my sky, the smile that you see, the words on my page. You are the characters in my book, the beginning to my journey, the happy to my end. You are the support that I need, the hand that I hold, the tears that I cry. You are my strength, my determination. You are my past, my memories, the holder of my thoughts. You are...EVERYTHING