Automatic

Breathe.

Just, breathe. In. Out.

Easy, right? You were born to do it. Your body does it automatically. If you try to stop, your body will force you to do it anyways. It's a constant in your life. You're always breathing, whether you think about it or not. Inhaling. Exhaling. Inhaling. Exhaling. Simple. Automatic. And absolutely essential.

That is how I've come to love you. Easily. Like I was born to do it. Automatically. I couldn't stop if I tried. Even when you're absent, which is sadly most of my life, it's a constant. I am always loving you, whether I'm thinking about it or not. Taking you in. Breathing you out. Inhaling. Exhaling. Simple. Automatic. And absolutely essential.

I used to be troubled that this love can only be from afar. Ok, fine. I'm still troubled that this love can only be from afar. But I've also realized that, since I'm going to love you anyways, I might as well celebrate it, no matter how impossible it may seem. Love is precious, to be cherished. Especially when it's so… fundamental. Foundational. An amazing future could be built on this love, had it happened at a different point in both of our lives. Maybe it still can, we'll have to see.

Either way, it isn't going anywhere. So now I try to make the best of it. Use it to fuel my other passions, my creativity. Draw from it while working on improving myself. And, as I said before, celebrate it. Because, like you, it is beautiful. Like you, it makes this world a better place. Like you, it is something to be cherished, savored, and enjoyed.

And automatic. Like I was born to do it.

Perhaps I was.