I love him. I hope he knows how much. He has such a beautiful smile. I appreciate the sweet kisses he gives me & the goofy times we share. Cat in the wall eh!? I see him for all that he is: his likes, dislikes, characteristics, so forth.. I love it all. I hope he loves me the way I love him.

As said in Captain Corelli’s Madolin:

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.

We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

I am his.

I am a figment of an imagination of a less traveled circus. Ramble..Ramble…No Wind brushes my face. The cold air beats down on my smirk, freezing it in place. I have been here before. Chess pieces align in my heart seeking a place to reside. The outcome bursts into laughter. Hope twinkles in my eye. The Lighthouse has been lit. The water is warm & soothes my soul. Given beauty of a moment. Hold tight to this revealed heart-beat. Entrancing the dance becomes locking my fingers in place. I WILL. Every chance to dance is what the heart needs to take place.