I missed you

Just that.

I missed you.

I much prefer the days I see you.  The sun is warmer, the air is fresher, and life is just better.

Tomorrow.

Posted

I was hiking this afternoon and we came to a cafe in the hills.  There is a pad of paper and a pen for leaving a note which you can post in the porch of the cafe. 

Everyone can read the notes, and but you will never know who wrote the notes, or for whom they were written.

I could not resist.

Je t'aime, beauté

tes levres

are softest i have ever felt.


I used to try to remember how deep, soft, intimate kisses felt.  But as i kissed you the first time, i realized that i have never truly kissed anyone like that before.  I was not that i missed kissing some  i loved, it is that i am not sure that i ever had.

Secure

Last week, when you told me you were annoyed, it felt ok.  I was sorry that i had annoyed you, but i felt strangely secure that you could tell me that, and that i could respond without feeling insecure.

How beautifully odd.  Being with some one who can leave you feeling secure even when you did not quite meet them where you needed to meet them.  That security leaves me able to try to meet that need. 

Maybe it is not odd.  Maybe it is one of the many things that has been missing.

Je t'aime, beauté.  Mais vraiment - vachement - je t'aime quand je temoigne la beauté de ton âme lors des moments comme ca.