tonight, like all nights, i would summon you to put all you know of love, trust and faith upon both my hands. i am imperfect, i am flawed, i am fallible. but one thing is for certain ~ that these impoverished hands would attempt anything and everything to assure you of what it feels and what it holds for you.
do not fear. do not doubt. stop your idle thoughts. let your guard down. shed all the notions that scare you about keeping this and keeping me. let me tell you that they are inconsequential. all because i choose to be here. all because i choose and need to be with you.
to love you is to count the stars that arise and even those that burst into supernovas. to love you is to touch the clouds that race in an afternoon wrapped by the warmth of the sun. to love you is to believe in things that i do not see ~ like timelessness and infiniteness. to love you is to risk the things i long have tried to preserve about myself and understand that i cannot lose.
such love and capacity for love is what i would offer you, on a night like this. it knows no bounds and it aches to embrace all that makes you ~ who you were, what you have become and all that you will ever be.
let me kiss you and hold you close. let me take your hand and tell you that you will never be without me. because this is the last time i am loving like this. and you are the person, who, at last, made me feel that i have been found.
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