I believe in tender moments, the ones involving holding hands, cozy hugs, warm whispers felt near your ear.
I believe in passionate feelings one can't contain enough, and that escape in between caresses and kisses on any part of the body.
I believe in mutual acceptance of each other's freedom to love and be loved with intensity, with chemistry, with your whole physical and spiritual entity.
I believe in companionship when love is in itself a challenge to the soul, a dare to the heart and a head ache to the mind.
I believe in soft words being spoken to the world, in a piece of paper, in a blank wall, in a book. I believe in sharing the intimacy you feel when you click with someone so dearly, in a too special way, not for making them yours. Doing so just because you feel like it, because you love them and think and feel the whole world about them and believe they deserve to know that just like that, not asking for anything in return because they alone deserve to feel that way.
They deserve to feel seen, heard, noticed. They deserve to feel loved just because they exist and enrich our lives with the purest of feelings, filling up the tiny hollow spaces of our human routines with their warm presence. How selfish would we be if we didn't share a bit of that special feeling they make us feel so carelessly, without wanting nothing in return?
That's why I write and write about this big flaw I have. I can't stop loving, I can't stop being myself.
I can't help but feel so grateful of every little moment, every little piece of affection directed towards me.
I'm always going to let you know all of this whenever you feel down, whenever your heart doesn't feel whole, whenever your eyes don't have that special spark I adore so much.
Because that's what I'm here for, to be your supporter, to help you stand up just like you did with me. To be that reminder in every wild flower you see in the streets, in between the cracks on the busy urban floors. In anything that you stumble with that has the colour red or it's hues, from the most crimson to the ligthest of pinks. In any bakery, bookstore, thrift store- anything that reminds you of me.
In that precise moment when your mind decodes that connection, remember it's me caring about you from wherever I am, wanting for you to be okay, to be happy, to be home safe.
No matter whatever happens between us now, in the future, in any other path our souls probably could share again in the afterlife. You are so very dear to my heart, and I will always love you.
It's a silent promise between you, me, the moon and my writtings.
Always, always.