In the beginning, I found you hiding the most beautiful parts of yourself.
They were tucked neatly beneath your pride and respect for others, and
when I asked you about them you covered them with a blanket of second
guesses. It took months to know you, but only minutes to know that you
were the other half to the rest of me. My parts were also covered beneath
the fear of rejection, but when I see them sitting so closely next to yours
I know that there is a place for them in this bright new world. We aren’t
complicated. We are lovely. We aren’t broken. We are beautiful. Far more
beautiful together than we have ever felt apart, because the light in your
eyes shines over me like a hundred setting suns. And the passion between
us clears away all of our doubts like an ocean breeze as it overwhelms us.
Covers our skin like grains of sand, and fills even the deepest crevices.
You have become a part of me. Like the wave will never leave the shore,
I know that you and I are meant to be together. I find my heart beating
stronger, each beat crashing into another, and you make me feel alive
again. You, my precious lover, you make me feel again. Should we ever
lose that feeling… should life, and the world’s fear of the unknown come
between us… I ask not that you stay with me. In fact, I encourage you to go.
Follow the miles away from here that lead you to the aquatic horizon. Bury
your toes in the sand, and wait for me at the shoreline. I will meet you there.
And as every wave crashes down, I hope that it reminds you of every time
I’ve whispered “I love you.” I will take your hands in mine and fill the spaces
between your fingers with my own. Because that is where they belong. Uncovered.
Unashamed. Unapologetic. Darling, If ever you feel lost just meet me at the shore.