I am trying to figure out why I seem to notice you more in the wilderness. There is something about the trees and the air that fill me with a passion for you that I only sometimes discover at home. I hike behind you and I can’t help but notice that the color of your hair seems to complement the green of the forest so nicely. Your face in the firelight and the scratchy tone of your voice make my heart leap more than usual. Maybe it is because I am seeing you naturally, seeing you when you aren’t put together and a little bit of a mess. Seeing you raw and untouched. The you that not everyone gets a chance to see. I care for you at home but something about the woods makes me want to scream it out loud and hear it echo through the leaves,

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Maybe if I’m lucky the wilderness will whisper it back and I can pretend it came from you.