Can You Imagine?

Sep 9, 2024

Sometimes I wonder how it must feel to be looked at the way I look at you sometimes…

Sometimes.

I think I know.

Exactly.

God… can you imagine being with someone who just adores you? Can you imagine what it must be like to be called “babe” and to feel the love behind it? Can you imagine being with someone who is thoughtful and considerate and comes up with the cutest little gift ideas for you and yours just because something caught their eye, or a thought popped in their head just because they're thinking of you?

Can you imagine being loved, just being truly loved, just for you? Not for the way you make someone feel, or for the practical things you bring to the table, but just for you. For who you are, who you want to be, for all of the stupid little things - your interests, your anxieties, your everything - that make you you?

That's what I bring to the table, baby. Just love and love and love and love. Aw, I'm probably not as thoughtful a gift giver as you but damn if I won't try. But if we can just solve this damned puzzle, baby… I will love you. I will love you like you've not been loved before. I will love you like you've never even dreamed of. I will love you forever, to the very end of time itself, and then somehow I'll figure out some way to keep on loving you even beyond.

And you know what the hell of it is?

I'm pretty sure I'd get the same out of the bargain.

And what in this world that we live in could possibly beat that?

To love each other like that?

To adore each other like that?

To sit at the dinner table having ourselves a nice little supper and have our eyes catch on each other and just feel the love flowing between us?

Dancing to the beat of our own little shared drummer, doing our thing, being stupid little weirdos together, just loving every single last aspect of one another, as if the whole entire history of the universe happened just to bring us together, our souls and bodies entwined in nature's most beautiful dance…

Damnit, but I love you, my star, my earth, my hill by the lake.

You are…

You.

You are you. And you are… perfect. So perfect, even your imperfections are perfect.

I love you.