maybe we were meant to be

I know that anything said concerning how I fell in love with you would seem defensive to a lot of people, but I know what I know about you and because of that I truly love you. I saw you as a female version of myself, only a lot better than I ever could be. #connection We share so much in common beliefs and principles. We never asked each other to do things we didn’t want. Yet, we often challenged each other. Intellectually. Physically #connection I didn’t want to label our relationship because that would make me a mister.  For me, we are just two people who prefer each other’s company rather than the crowd. #connection But despite this,  there is one thing that I knew: if someone could love me this much just by being who I am, then I didn’t need to change. #connection So even  if you have someone whom you say your forever vows to, I will still love you like now and want to be with you like now. If you let me. #connection And f or that, I’ll always be...

This is my way of saying how grateful I am to have you.  Struggles will come, problems will be faced.  And yet, it is you who will always have my heart. You are more than your shortcomings, even when they are nothing compared with mine. It is your singing that gives me sanity. I hope I can always make you feel special. Making you smile comes to me naturally.  You are the adventure that I always want to take.  It is your lips that I always want to kiss. It  is your hands that I always want to hold. I love how the gaps between my fingers perfectly fit yours.  You make my life better, without even knowing it. P.S: 34 till next time

I want to make love to you on a Saturday morning.  Wake you up with my lips on your neck. Wake you up with my hand on your hips. Wake you up with longing in my breathe. Wake you up with the excitement that our bodies feel. I want to make love to you under blankets and sheets that carries your fragrance. Your skin on my skin. Your body on mine. Your hands in me. Your eyes focused on me.  C ling to me. Make love to me. Erase all the stress of the previous 62 days of missing each other away. Kiss them all out. Clench my hands tight for the rest of the night. I want to pull your clothes off.  And I would then kiss every inch on your chest.  With my hand playing games where they shouldn’t be.  My tongue up and down your body.  I want to close my eyes to feel the warmth of your body. I want to wrap my arms around you and put my head down on your bare chest. And I want to get lost between your legs. Hang on to me. L et us explore our souls together....

You are thousands of miles apart from me, and sometimes it hurts. You are thousands of miles apart from me, and I wish you weren’t. There is so much physical distance between us. And yet, every night when my head hits the pillow and I look out of the window in my room to see the night sky, I’m reminded that no matter what separates us, we still see that same black sky, that same white moon, those same promises, written in the stars. And then, suddenly, it doesn’t hurt as much. You may be far from me, but we still share the same sky, the same dreams, the same wishes, the same love.  And so I hope on those nights when you’re missing me badly, when you wrap yourself into a burrito and feel emptiness beside you, you remember that we are never too far apart that we cannot be connected under the stars above us. And that when you feel the most alone, all you need to do is look up. And know I’m looking too, believing in us. I miss you. 

No matter how poorly I actually feel, there is a thrill to the subtle liberty of slouching into my seat at the family lunch table, watching everyone going about their meals & conversations as if it was a movie. Dreaming of heading back into my bed again, even though it is only noon.  Heading right back to you in my bed. I’m well enough to stand; I can talk on the phone, and I can laugh at television shows and I can fall off into privileged, fever-addled black tunnels of sleep.  It’s an uncomfortable decadence.  Illness can become an absolute indulgence. I know why I feel so self-conscious about it. No matter how genuinely disabled some virus has made me, I allow my voice to sound as hoarse as possible or I decline to stifle a cough, and I know why. You know. Bcoz there is you. My ray of sunshine; knowing that you are concerned about me thousands of miles apart instantly lit me up. I want to be besides you now. I know you will nurse me back to health; nu...