“I recognized you instantly. All of our lives flashed through my mind in a split second. I felt a pull so strongly towards you that I almost couldn’t stop it.”
― J. Sterling,
Seven years. Seven years today I have been seeing this beautiful and wonderfully crazy human being. We have been through hell and back together, made amazing memories, brought out the best in each-other as we grew up and now, finally, we’re starting a life together. And Ash, I’m ready when you are. Tell me where you dream of us ending up together, and I’ll race you there.
“If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”
― Mik Everett
4 A.M. Thoughts
Your cheeks just jumped for the moon
because I quoted your favourite film.
Now you want to watch it
with the curtains drawn, the lights off,
as we binge on junk food and kisses,
and lie together, your hand in my hand
or your head jigsawed in the groove
between my bicep and forearm –
just your little head hammock.
Your eyes just twitched while you sleep.
Kissing them to steady their rhythm,
like the BFG, I try to plant my dreams
in your mind. Because in my dreams,
you’re beautiful. Yes, my love,
in my reality, you’re beautiful
but you obviously distort reality.
Stop, stop, stop looking for something
that belongs in the Mirror or Verison.
The closest thing there is to magic, love,
is you. That or my love for you. See,
my limbs ache when I’ve been away
from you too long. I am a magnet –
I am obsessed, suffering from
withdrawals when we can’t attract.
You just mumbled in your sleep.
Who are you talking to, sweetheart?
Whose words are these? Who is the
lucky person to capture little beauties
that fly through your incredible lips?
What are you saying, angel?
Is it complete nonsense?
Did you just mutter through
your angel breath, the meaning
of the universe or your morning plans?
If it be breakfast, it is my universe.
You are my universe.