bloom

steady we go, wrapped in love and comfort and warmth. it’s so nice, to be so deeply in love, living morning to night with blissful moments flooded in between.

it’s time for big things and changes and newness all in one. it’s time for more risks and giant leaps and days spent chasing the sun. it’s time to find ourselves in mother earth’s embrace. without a clock or a watch or time to set our pace.

out and far and away we run, across the grass stained lines of our most comfortable life, and into a space with no certainty

but love.

i’m here for him he’s here for me and together, with all the stardust magic of our fairytale love, we’ll chase all we are meant for and all that’s meant for us.

life with you

it’s in the everydayness. the messy morning bed, the smells and sounds of coffee making, the creaks in the floorboards and doors. the sleepy goodmornings, the kisses goodbye, the waiting and waiting and waiting for days end when we walk back into our together everydayness again.

and then there are these special days, summery and seemingly unending. filled with swims in the ocean and walks in the sand, reading our new favourite books, soaking in the sun. watching the sunset on beautiful days. never leaving your side. and drinking wine and eating until we have the fullest bellies and laughing and loving with the fullest hearts.

i’m so happy you’re mine. on the special and the everyday kinda days.

the light. he is my light.

his skin was aglow with the fading warming sun,
even his eyes looked piercingly alight.
he stared out, i told him to wait, he stopped for me [reluctantly].
he was swallowing sunbeams and shining them right back at the sky. he didn’t even know how wonderful he was in that moment, as i fell evermore in love. he didn’t even know that i could feel all of him from where i stood, not so far away.

[i feel it all over again when i look at the flush in his cheeks in the picture i took.]

somehow it came out in the day we shared – a sunday best spent – as the sun set and the moon rose, and we soaked in salty air
the moving tide moved us closer.

the conversation turned to starlight as the moon rose over the hill we sat upon. cloudless and windless, our minds were aflutter. red wine stained our thoughts and words and we laughed and laughed and laughed.

at the end of it all, i couldn’t believe how much i loved him.
still, more.
every second,
more.

texture 

  
i can still smell you on my sheets
you’re so close but so far
i feel you in my heart
of course
i feel you in my heart.

when soon comes

 it’s not just me missing you
it’s that you’re just so very missing
from all the mundane, ordinary, easy things. from all the hard and heartbreaking and overwhelming moments. from the fun. from the normalcy, from the new and old
from everything else.

there’s too much absence and space and time between us.

i miss you ’cause you’re missing when i’d much rather we were loving and touching and kissing instead.

i miss you, in every way there is.

and all the absence and space, the time the waiting can be replaced for all i care, with everything you, with everything us.

i’m holding out for so soon – so soon isn’t nearly soon enough.

awe

  
it’s entirely necessary, how much i love him. the breathing the heart-beating. 

it’s certain and it’s bold and it’s wrapped in gladness and gratitude, all our stories told and retold. 

it’s necessary, it’s beautiful and so clear. we dream we hope we know. 

it’ll come. it’ll stay. 

it’s all we need.