Letter from an Owl.
I came back late home last night.
Night lights were shining through the city skyline. When I look out the window I always think of you for a while. Fantasizing about you being next to me, both holding a warm cup of tea.
My love, you can't really understand how much I miss you. I miss you to the extent of an intricate series of thoughts and words I use for creating. To live and love by.
From picturing you walking on my right or being in front of me, remembering how short you are.
Your hand in mine. Or your voice speaking to me even though I'm alone in the kitchen. The smell of you in my clothes, or the wrath of your arms in the couch. And, most, above all of those things; your smile.
Your smile, it just kills and heals me at the same time.
I've come to the strange realisation that every day I live without you is a day I've lost, at the same time I think we grow closer without being close.
It's been a while since I've cried.
You take the good out of me so other people can enjoy it. And they always end up getting surprised.
Surprised about that time the guy who never fully attached to anything couldn't let go of someone for once. It surprises even me, my love. Of how the sun felt warmer when you were around. Or how I smile at home when I imagine you being here.
Loving you this much tears my heart in half, but only those brave enough dare to give their heart away or love hard enough.
And so we learn.
We learn some nights you dance with tears in your eyes, and some evenings we smile at the impossibility of watching the love of your life drinking the warm cup of tea you've made for them.
We've learned that it is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply; at the same time we discover they are and always will be, our great dreamy escape.
Like the sound from the murmur of our hearts, or love's strange melody coming from a marching band.
So, fuck it, I might as well kiss you while I cry on this goddamn sheet of paper.
Because you have me until the very last star goes dark.
I'll never stop being the owl to your deer. And one day, we'll make of the woods our home.
As we always wanted.
-horus;
Night lights were shining through the city skyline. When I look out the window I always think of you for a while. Fantasizing about you being next to me, both holding a warm cup of tea.
My love, you can't really understand how much I miss you. I miss you to the extent of an intricate series of thoughts and words I use for creating. To live and love by.
From picturing you walking on my right or being in front of me, remembering how short you are.
Your hand in mine. Or your voice speaking to me even though I'm alone in the kitchen. The smell of you in my clothes, or the wrath of your arms in the couch. And, most, above all of those things; your smile.
Your smile, it just kills and heals me at the same time.
I've come to the strange realisation that every day I live without you is a day I've lost, at the same time I think we grow closer without being close.
It's been a while since I've cried.
You take the good out of me so other people can enjoy it. And they always end up getting surprised.
Surprised about that time the guy who never fully attached to anything couldn't let go of someone for once. It surprises even me, my love. Of how the sun felt warmer when you were around. Or how I smile at home when I imagine you being here.
Loving you this much tears my heart in half, but only those brave enough dare to give their heart away or love hard enough.
And so we learn.
We learn some nights you dance with tears in your eyes, and some evenings we smile at the impossibility of watching the love of your life drinking the warm cup of tea you've made for them.
We've learned that it is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply; at the same time we discover they are and always will be, our great dreamy escape.
Like the sound from the murmur of our hearts, or love's strange melody coming from a marching band.
So, fuck it, I might as well kiss you while I cry on this goddamn sheet of paper.
Because you have me until the very last star goes dark.
I'll never stop being the owl to your deer. And one day, we'll make of the woods our home.
As we always wanted.
-horus;
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