Happiness is being here with you. There isn't enough of me to soak up all of what you are, of what we create when we're together. There's not enough capacity within in me to truly feel all of the love that you carry, Not enough senses in my body to appreciate the brightness of the light that you emit. I'm humbled by your generosity, by your grace, by your kindness. You are my morning and my evening, my sunrise and my resting place. You are food and you are water, you are shade and you are sunlight. I'm not lucky, and you're not lucky, we're open, and that's what created our connection. We're both open in heart, soul and mind. We're open at the same time, open to connection, to true love and emotion and the real oneness of humanity. We stumbled across each other as so many people do in this physical, organic journey. When our paths crossed, instead of looking inward and allowing ego and pride and cultural tropes to take precedence over true, raw, human connection, we found home within the curves and valleys, the peaks and pits, the colours and sounds of our souls greeting. We found home within in the laughter and the butterflies, in the conversations and plans and the dreams of teenagers. We were so young, but our souls are so old. Our souls took control. Our true selves, guided by Love, reached out. We recognised each other. We knew love, we remembered love, we recognised the truth of the universe residing within the soul of the other - we recognised the love. I love you. You are home. You guide me ever closer to Love itself. Your soul and my soul are the greatest of companions, mutually uplifting, encouraging, supporting, caring, and gently nurturing the gifts, dreams and needs of the other.
