Today I woke up to the warm feeling of your love, more delicate than I’d seen it in you. More sweet and delicious, more ripe, more bare.

I wish I could hold onto every thread of your love, your warm love, keep counting all the places you spelled my name with flowers in the trees.
I wish you loved the freedom in my soul as much as you loved the idea of me. I’ll see you now and again, in dreams where you visit me.