Dance

I'm writing a lot this week, aren't I? It's just…

When the people sitting in front of us left early, and you went twirling off into the newly emptied space, and your energy was just… so positive, so sweet…

I don't even know what expression I was wearing when you ended up facing me… awe? deer in headlights?

(probably deer in headlights, let's be honest, lol)

But I was thinking… my god, your energy…

You are everything I crave. You are the only thing I crave. I just want to be around you all the time. I want to see all of those little outbursts of joyful energy. I want to hold you in my arms the times when they seem impossible to find. I wanna do all the cheesy stuff with you… Dance lessons, cooking classes, date nights, nights by the fire with friends, nights by the fire with just the two of us. I want to be your rock, be your furnace. I want to feel your energy vibrating sympathetically with mine. I want to feed your energy, filling your heart with even more joy than is there innately. I want to fill your cup to overflowing. I want to earn your trust. I just want to be with you… I just want to be yours.

All of that, my love… all of that is what went through my head as you twirled your way back up the hill to me the other night. The beauty of your soul blazing no less brightly than the beauty of your body…

There are moments in my life that I will never forget… that was one of them. Even if I probably stood there just looking dumbfounded…

God, I love you, beautiful.

Yours.

PS — Just want to leave you with this (again)… He rambles on a bit at the beginning, but once he starts reciting the poem… Dr John Cooper Clarke on Arctic Monkeys and I Wanna Be Yours. I wanna be yours, babe. This sums it up so much more neatly than I could even hope to do.