San Fransisco

Safe pain.

These days feels empty. Happy to see them happy. But I can't make sense of my own.

What's missing. Everything is here. All of my desires. These God given blessings. Suddenly becomes insatiable. 

 

I fall in love with you a thousand times each day.

In your lifetime you will find and meet one person who will love you more than anybody you have ever known and will know. They will love you with every bit of energy and soul. They will sacrifice, surrender and give so much that it scares you. Someday you'll know who that is. 

Sometimes people realize who it was.

Here is to hoping we haven't past the train. Here is to hoping we are given one more chance to make it. I love you, I want you. I need you, more than you know, more than I could comprehend, more than life itself most times.

 

Hurts when you're gone.

Tell me a time you want back so much. A time you want to repeat, feel, endure and change. That time for me is whenever you're not around. A time that is out of my league, out of my control. But the times I'm here, I want to spend with you, to know where you are, to love you, to care for you.

I can be crazy, but that's how I am without you. Crazy looking, crazing searching, dying slowly and empty. 

I hate the feeling. It stings like a knife. Piercing through my veins. It's blinding like a ray of sun, when all I can feel is darkness.

I can't see, I feel numb.

I'm lost without you. When you're out of reach. At times when you're gone. 

What other way?

What other way is there to profess my love?
I've gone on my knees and thanked the heavens above.
For you are my most precious and sacred treasure.
A man whose handsomeness knows no measure.

Your love is such an indescribable blessing.
It's rather wondrous and completely amazing.
Each day I share with you is a wonderful surprise.
I can spend an eternity just staring into your eyes.

 

For who could ever love me better.

Who could ever love me with a bun tied up, messy hair, crazy outfits.
Who can ever love me naked, bare skin, out of shape, out of order.
Who can ever look into my eyes, my soul so deep, knowing what's in my thoughts without a word being said.
Who can I count on to be on time, readily waiting for me at the flags on a heated seat.

Whose arms can I ever feel safe again, when wrapped around so tight, that I don't need anything or anyone else. 
Who can be more cautious than careless me, sending tireless reminders, I have never felt so secure.
Whose presence can I ever be happier to see, to touch, to share, if not with you.

These thoughts are in my mind, gesturing signs of countless blessings to love and be loved by you.
These memories I keep of you will haunt me, forcing me to give in to your warmth, with immeasurable admiration, respect and commitment.
I want nothing more than your love and faithfulness. I see us growing as individuals, in love. 

Baby, I miss you. 

S. F.