Soul Mates

It's a terrible thing when the one you are destined to meet is oceans away from your touch. When the one who is supposed to pick you from the field of wildflowers can only write about kissing you and not actually feel the tiny nerve endings of your soul vibrate with their own.

I want to write to you about the delicate beauty of your soul and how medication does not affect my love for you. Let's dance around the dining room like I always dreamed of and touch me as softly as you said you would. Instead of swimming the oceans I want us to swim in the sheets and when I look at your eyes I'll feel like I finally belong. I cannot wait until you let me in and overflow my mind with all of you. I want to be abundant with the dazzling and dull parts of you. When the sun rises over our window I want you to wake up to love every morning.
Every single stunning morning.

For all of these things I would wait seven lives and then some.

Jusque-là, love.