Deep Down

Sink into my love. This is what admiration and respect looks like. It’s like when you hear the perfect song in the perfect moment. It feels like warm waves on your back and warm breath on your neck. There’s a foggy bathroom mirror on which I write, “I love you” on the steam over and over until you believe me. Trust my voice. It won’t take you away; it will bring you back. It feels like crawling out of a spool of yarn and it feels like the childhood fort you climbed in when you needed to feel safe. See my love for you – see it like you see your favorite film, your favorite memory, like you see your imperfections. By the way, I should tell you that you are perfectly imperfect. I used to think that was a line some hero made up but now I see that it’s true in your crooked smile, in the scar on your chin, in your adorable neurosis. These are all the reasons I love you, these are the reasons you heal me. This is turning into a conversation that I wasn’t expecting to have tonight, but these words came spilling out of me like black on white, like wine on tongues. Rearrange the words anyway you want. It will still tell the story of my love for you. A love that sweats and bleeds in the spaces that matter. It’s clear that you don’t know the impression you’ve made or how much you matter. My prayer is that these letters bewitch you and cast authentic happiness upon you, deep down in you. My prayer is that you love me in return. I’ll wait.