In response to: Simple as that. I do.
She’s asleep now, on a totally different continent, and you know what? Somehow that makes an increase, in the knowing that she’s not at all aware of I typing this, because she’s within whatever dreams Sandman serves.
It kind of makes me happier to write these paragraphs knowing she's not here to read them now. I dunno why, can not put my finger on it.
Good ones, them dreams of hers, nevertheless, I hope.
I wish I was there, or I wish she was here, so I could be awake with her head resting on my chest, her sleeping body spread all over my own body is but a dream away, only, yet too far, and I want to hear her silent slumbering breathe, her every exhale making a warm invisible sign on my skin, I wish we were where I could glance at her beautiful face in that way lovers do, to look at her when she does not know I am watching over her, protect her from everything bad with every heartbeat of mine.
It is them moments when I feel the greatest love song is within me and possible to be written, for her, and I’m no damn musician, but such might does she inspire, and such a muse is she, that the spirit is uplifted and such love abound.
Hey, beautiful, when you wake and read this, I think I just wrote you my first love song.
Many more to come.
For all your witty threads PV that is one of the sweetest that you have written. Very nice good luck to both of you.
