Composition

I wonder what you really see in me when we share our afternoons gazing over the peek of stars already dancing in the darkening skies. Do you see me how I really am, or see a side of me that I have not discovered yet? How would you describe me, what words would you use? It's another of those ephemeral internal ramblings of mine, because you see me with a certain glimmer in your honey glazed eyes that I can't ignore. You use specific words, yet can't contain the smile that forms when you mention my name. "It's obvious", some tell me. "They're so in love with you," some conspire. But I could never be so sure, with someone as enigmatic as you. 

That's why I daydream so much about what kind of description you would use, if you'd be gentle enough with your terms to let my heart feel in sync with your rhythm. Because that's what we are for the outside world, aren't we? I'm the lyrics and you're the melody, whispering love words to each other but still being loud and chaotic enough to have our true intentions noticeable from a mile afar to the rest of the world, to anyone that can hear and see our displays from any perspective when we make music together.

Or at least, that's how I feel... enchanted by our chemistry, delighted when our presence alone can lit up any room by just being ourselves. I feel you're a part of me that can't be erased easily: I like to hold onto these mixed tunes we make, because in the end it's a part of the magic I could only have with you by my side.

Shooting star

I look at the sky, and a shooting star makes itself known in it's still pinkish hues. The romantic coloured twilight  reminds me of you right now: so reachable physically to me, but still so ephemeral in time.

Why reachable, you may think, when my feet are still on the ground? It's just that the memory of you tends to make that happen: I'm no longer in this planet, but floating amidst the galaxies to still try to reach you tru the extensive width of space. Hopeless, dumb, but true. My mind echoes that it's no use, that you are too far gone, but my heart believes in miracles. That there still could exist a way of keeping up with you and your pace, for me to admire you a bit more than a few seconds of my lifetime.

It's never enough, the time I have with you. I close my eyes and try to focus on the now, as you may tell me. I can feel the earth below me again, and I'm no longer surrounded by celestial bodies or satelites. I feel the urge to call you and tell you I miss you so much it's ridiculous, but the reasonable part of my mind stops me before I dial your number.

Could you blame me, tho? After having the taste of the way you love, so uncontainable and careful at the same time, making anyone near you feel their hearts melt just by your honest and charming words? Just the thought of it makes my legs turn to jelly. You have such power in your speech, in the way you talk about the things you are passionate about. What I'd give to hear your voice say my name right now, one of the many you have of me, in a whisper made of all the hopes and dreams I had once wished upon star after star since I've met you.

I keep on walking, mind still occupied with the memory of you, my heart repeating your name like a mantra till I have the chance to see you again. Boy, does the anticipation make my inspiration rocket to the moon and back. It's too hard to keep my evening as normal as it should have been, now with your energy engulfing me into this abbys that is my endless love for you and only you. 

It enchants me.  

It frightens me.  

It wraps me up in your fingers, forever prisioner, always devoted to you and your sweet memory, always present in my steps in this land, and also in the skies above my head.

Matrioshka/Inside and out

I find myself here again, writting another letter to you. 

I think so highly of you, because you are wonderful in every way. Once in my letters I described you as the sun itself, but you're so much more than that. Your sole presence in my life means more than a burning star, or the life that it's possible thanks to it's merciful job to our planet and every sentient habitant. 

Imagine how much you mean to me. How much I adore every inch of you, from the inside and out.

Imagine how I wish to capture every frame of you laughing into my memory to replay again and again. You make it echo everywhere around me, everywhere inside of me as a soft rumble in my core, as the soft background music that castes more magic on me than any spell known. 

Imagine how inspired your actions leave me floating in the middle of cloud nine, feeling like I could conquer every dream I have with just you and your energy beside me. I like how well our perspectives in living go together, and how many others we could try to reach with our soothing words of courage. You say I'm inspirational, but seeing you and your everyday work leaves me agape everytime. You fight abeit silently for the causes you believe in, and just doing so you light up a fire into my sometimes cynical self. 

Imagine how many other things  I am a spectator of. I just mentioned two of so many others still roaming free into my memory, guarded neatly into your very own archive.

Just so you know, It's getting difficult, to keep on with it, because one being human can't keep track of so many things.. but I try my best still, because one day I hope I could take every little thing that defines you, and write a biography of the shy, stubborn, but so very awe inspiring you. And I crave on doing so not because I feel myself as special, or important enough in your life, but because I feel someone so creative and lovely deserves such spotlight. 

You deserve all of the most beautiful words I could muster, even if too sappy and uncontrolled in my letters. 

You deserve to be loved, every day, every week, every year. 

I love you too much, you have no idea.