Everybody has an eight goal day, every once in a while

The extraneous noises - the clicks and toggles of the xbox controllers in the adjacent media room, the chatter from upstairs - were drowned away in the rustling of the sheets, the intimate touch of skin. The silent approval of the appropriately dubbed ‘love nazi’ in shutting the door to the room left us isolated. Together. Separated from the nuances of everyday life. Two lovers, two best friends. Forever. Sharing a gift with no monetary value, yet priced higher than anything else. A gift shared with somebody that I notice and appreciate everything about - from the trapezoidal freckles to the variety of “looks” you give me, how you smile when I call you beautiful and how you write your own pieces yourself. The gift of my purity shared with my savybear, my babe, my bud -  who will always have that untouchable piece of my heart reserved and caresses the crevices of my heart that only she can illuminate. Who ignites my happiness in ways I never even thought possible. The girl who I love everything about - her body, her mind, her being -who I will always think is beautiful no matter what, and who I will love and care about more than anything. A uniting of passions, cares, and love unparalleled between two people that care and love so dearly for each other, with the girl whom I would do anything to light up her world and make her happy. 

Let me light up the sky

Light it up for you

Let me tell you why

I would die for you

Very good question. I know I have countless things to write about, especially about one subject/person, but I’ve never really gotten around to posting anything until recently - my artistic outlet per say has been and is piano. Although no words are expressed in playing, I can feel my emotions pour onto the black and white keys as my fingers caress every note and chord. Yet, the newfound joy I find in the countless key and pen strokes is quickly catching up. Expect a post or two in the next few days.

The vibrations grow louder each passing day. I count the number of days since the last time and count the number of days until the next time. An endless countdown. Thinking about seeing her I feel it pulsating, faster and faster. Pumping the love throughout my body and mind, touching places that I never thought existed, yet they manage to stay illuminated forever. With her my heart is completely sewn. Yet, in the midst of my so-called endless countdown, the tremors and pulsations become so strong that tiny cracks in the stitching begin to form. Love too big for one’s heart to fully contain it. Yet, everyday, it’s the little things she does that sew my heart back together. How she smiles when I tell her she’s beautiful or I kiss her on the nose. How she falls asleep with me every night, even if we’re not physically next to each other. How she is the most beautiful person I have ever met. When the stitching begins to loosen, she always manages to tighten it and sew it back together again. She literally and metaphorically completes my heart. I tell her I love her more than anybody, even my family. She smiles. She knows it. The vibrations continue, and I smile, as we close our eyes next to each other in our separate beds, counting the days until we share the same one.