I met an Angel. 

And he was the light of my world, the beacon that shone brightly through everything. He led me through, holding my hand most of the way. 

Elsewhere I turned, I was met with darkness.

But I just need to know if you’re okay. 

Even if you said you were, 

just audibly… would bring me a smidgen of hope, of solace. 

Even if deep down I know that you’re not. 

We’re never really okay, are we? 

heymoniquehey:

Let’s cook together, I want a night in. 

And then another on the town. Let’s paint it with our ambition. 

I want to walk and sail, to travel and see the world through the eyes of lovers… 

Not only consumed by our own, but with, also, the love He’s shown us.

I want to take candid pictures of you, in your most natural state, 

As you inspire and expire, your chest lifting and then falling again with your lashes laying flushed against your waterline.

I want to capture you as the morning light kisses your skin, and the morning air caresses your hair. 

I want to feel you against me, and to try to describe the sensations that ripple through me in rhythm, in time. 

I want the simplest things with you, 

Because I know no matter what, I’d still end up happy. 

I was talking about you tonight, but not in the spiteful way most people talk about others. I talked about you in admiration, in the privilege of knowing you in great detail. I spoke of you in gentle tones, eyes widened, pupils dilated. I talked about how you are perfect… like the moment that you fall in love with someone and they’re not so much perfect in quality, but they are perfect in every way that they are, and even in ways that they are not. I spoke about you the way that I see you, and the way that you carry yourself in elegance and confidence all at once, I spoke of you in a light that the heavens hadn’t even seen. I spoke about how you see me too, and how I love that you never question me, and that you trust whatever I have to say, and that you’re comfortable and confident in your position at my side. I spoke about how you see me as perfection too, not because I am, but because you know me, you know my faults and my trials, you know my struggles and my strife, and you know everything I’ve to offer. You know me. And you love me, for everything that I am, and everything that I’m not. You see me in a way that others don’t even venture to see me, and you take your sweet time, your kind and loving seconds nurturing our relationship so that we can grow into something even more than what we are now. I spoke about how you love everything about me, my wild side, my craziness, my imperfections, and you kiss each one, though they make you angry at times, you love them, because they are a part of me. I talked about how you might not be perfect either, but it’s in the way that I perceive you now, it’s in the way that my eyes have been opened to you and your ways, to you and everything attached to and concerned with you… and though you may not have a perfect present or a perfect past, that you are still perfection in its entirety. I wouldn’t want it any other way, because physical, literal, tangible perfections are far too boring for my taste. Who would want that? 

You’re just this brand new idea and definition of perfection, and I love every bit of you. You fill my mind with this perfection, and you’ve consumed me. 

I’m so sorry that it always feels like I’m leaving. But let me assure you, my love, that I’ve dedicated every last free second of my time to you. 

I wonder about you. I wonder if you get cranky when you’re stomach is an empty abyss. I wonder if you have tells or if you fidget, when you’re nervous or angry, or if you resemble the calm before a storm. I wonder what type of clothing you like to cuddle up in before you drift off to sleep, or if you like to wear clothes at all. I wonder what types of books or music you enjoy, what your favorite type of cookie is, what soothes you when you’re down and out. I wonder what your breath smells like in the morning when you first come to, and what you look like dusting the sleep from your eyes. i wonder what your favorite lullaby is, and what thoughts swim through your beautiful mind. Do you sleep with the lights on or off? I wonder where your favorite geographical location is, and what kinds of accessories you like to wear out. I ponder upon what your scent is, and how you carry yourself in public. I wonder what my mom would say when she meets you, or what kinds of dishes she’d prepare for the special occasion. I wonder. I wonder about you all the time.

in truth, you are my favorite line

my favorite

verse

my favorite

tempo

beat

sound

timbre

my favorite 

v

o

i

c

e

by favorite personification

my favorite

expression

verb

pieces…

sparse, but well organized, pieced together

my favorite

peace

piece

speak

my favorite language

i speak you in my native tongue

with my tongue

we

can

engage

in

body language

this is what we do, isn’t it?

you doing me and me doing you

living

breathing

existing

being

us.

you are 

my 

reason, 

my only one at that. 

you are

my

favorite

everything.

I love it, it’s so hearty and full, almost making me forget all the troubles he’s gone through. It’s contagious, really. 

There’s this one ring that I always wear that reminds me of you. It reminds me of your promise, that we’ll be together soon, and that we’ll be able to be happy. I wear it on my ring finger like an engagement ring, and it resembles one too, with a huge diamond in the middle and a few on each side, lying on the band. It’s beautiful. I’ve gotten plenty of compliments on it, and my friends think I’m engaged. I don’t accept or reject the notion, I just let them believe what they want to. I find myself staring at it in the middle of the day when I miss you most, and I stare at it when I’ve nothing else to do. I play with it often. 

I guess it just reminds me that you’re always with me, no matter how difficult things get. 

This Naked Green Machine is reminding me alot of you. 

It’s All About You. 

Truth is,
No matter how far down the road we land, no matter how many different obstacles are in our way, you’ll never be deemed the one who got away because you’ll always be mine, and I, I will always be yours.

I can’t explain to you how I feel about you. Why? It’s ever changing. The way you make me feel… the way that you can persuade me to smile with all of your actions and all of your words. All the right things to say when I definitely need to hear it the most. What are you to me? My most favorite time of the day, and the one person I look forward to as soon as the sun sets. The perfect accompaniment to my first sip of coffee in the morning, and the greatest company as I enjoy my evening tea. You’re the brightest, most constant light in my dimmest days, and my favorite vacation. You are the north star, the one whom I follow and guard for my salvation. You are everything. You are the laughter that vibrates my ribs, the smile that spreads across my face. You are my sweaty palms, and you are the tapping of my foot when my favorite song comes on. You are my favorite song. You are everything. You are the humming that subconsciously happens when a familiar song comes on, and you are my favorite fan. You are my favorite lullaby, you are the sunrise, the most delicate sliver of ray that adorns my morning skin. You are the crescent moon that lights up my diary as I fill leaves of you. You are nature, my second nature. You are the perfect love story. You are the most epic stunt, the most beautiful sonnet, and the most meaningful haiku; you say so much in so little words. Punctual, concise words. Words that hit right to the gut. Whether it is words whittled sharp on the tongue in hasty angered manner, or soothing and loving ones. They hit right to the gut. See, I love you. No matter what spills from your lips affects me. It is what I live for. I don’t know how you became so damn important to me, but it happened. You’ve become my everything. And there’s no way that I could ever let you know. But you’ve used these words to enlighten me. You’ve taught me so much. You’ve been my most successful teacher. You taught me more and more about myself. You’re a reflection of me at times, scary as the thought may lie. Above all things, I believe you are my match. You are my compass. And I know we’ll find eachother again one day. I just pray that that one day comes soon. Because lately, you are also the meaning of tear-soaked pillows. You are the epitome of loneliness, and your name just brings tears to my eyes. This is only bits and pieces of love letters I’ve drafted in your time away. But I hope you come back soon. I miss you and love you more than you know.