it’s inevitable. very abruptly.. unexpectedly.
no matter the time that passes us by; nor the years that make it feel like forever is actually a downright curse.
it’s when i think of love, i think of our hands entwined in your old ford pick up truck. i think of the many letters written of passion and intensity in your name. aimlessly walking down to the river, eyes caught up in one another, under a starry nightly willow sky. you see, when i think you.. i feel a certainty of home.
the hounds, the river, your green eyes, a summer breeze to a winters haze.
these letters are tucked away in a box in my closest. alongside the many handwritten songs in your name that i still can’t bring myself to play. two years feels like forever. but in those moments, i felt the most alive and more in tune with who i’ve ever been.
you always said the world was against us.
maybe you were right; a forbidden twin flame love.
but as we’ve aged, i think you cared too much of what people think to fight for what is real. i know you settle for what you already know because of comfortability. you have never been alone enough to love who you are first. which is how you stay in a toxic relationship. you’d rather stay than be alone. my darling i wish you could see the bigger picture in solitude.
i hope you think of me the way i think of you. and in some ways i know you do.
no matter the days that turn into months; that turn into a year, my love for you remains and grows naturally.
you’ll always be my Number One.
eventually, you’ll get the chance to hear these songs, read the tremendous amount of letters over piling through the boxes stacked in my closet. then you’ll know for certain.. everything between us was real.
that real love isn’t.. well, a bag of bricks.
i know you can feel it too. the energetic pull for us. i’m here. always will be.
- your northern star
