Sweetheart,
I have this insatiable longing to be loved and understood. A hankering for validation. What is that? The same reason birds fly in flocks and stock markets bubble? Some residuum of the herd instinct? I guess it doesn’t matter. What matters is that when I’m with you, I feel loved and understood.
I want to know you, study every inch of your mind. But can you ever truly know a person? We exist only in our little skulls, trapped in indecipherability. Perhaps one day we’ll create machines to scan and decode our brains’ electric hums, so we can read each other’s unguarded thoughts, or walk around in one another’s dreams. There will be no separation, no fear. Only communion. I could finally lose myself to you, in an exultant surrender.
What are you? You are tenderness. You are warmth. Some miraculous shard of evanescent moon. You are a page of the most euphonious words any Earthling language could muster, and I am here, bruised and waiting for you in the marginalia.
Ever yours xx