a miracle with blue eyes stares back at me behind the screen.
"write something for me," he says.
what he doesn’t know is that i write novels for him every night.
the words in my head could fill thousands of pages,
i find myself unable to translate these indomitable emotions.
there are two things i love most in the world,
and this human being.
in my head, they combine into one.
he is a collage made of pages from the dictionary:
inspiring an overwhelming feeling of reverence, admiration; causing or inducing awe: an awesome sight.
having beauty; possessing qualities that give great pleasure or satisfaction to see, hear, think about, etc.; delighting the senses or mind.
adjective, strang·er, strang·est.
unusual, extraordinary, or curious; odd.
these are only three of the words and definitions i see mapping his skin; they cover him, end to end.
i see a future with him like i see with no other; i see houses and dogs, a silver ring and a bassinet, and two old rocking chairs pointed toward the west.
we are young; too young to think of such things, this much is true.
but you cannot hold me back from my dreams, and this is what i see when i close my eyes at night.
i will dream until i see it come true, years into our future.
all i can think about is how i miss his arms.
"i’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday."
you are my home,
and i’ve never been more homesick in my life.
happiness is impossible until the moment we share the same air once more.
until then, i wait, and i dream.
goodnight, my love.
dream of me, too.