Dear K,
I want to wake up next to somebody for the rest of my life. I want to look in their eyes and never ever want to close mine for fear of missing one single moment of theirs. I want to breathe their breath. I want to grow old with somebody. I want to watch each liver spot and each wrinkle and each crow's foot come in and I want to kiss them and bless them and revel in them because they are trophies of years spent with me. I want to raise children with somebody and watch them play in a yard. I want to watch grandchildren play in a yard. I want to lift somebody up. I want to make soup for them when their sick, and when we're both old and dying I want to say that I couldn't have done it better.
I want to reach my hand out for theirs and find it waiting for me already. I want to be so in love with somebody that the sun exploding could not tear us apart. I want somebody to love me this much I want to love somebody this much. I want to love everything about a person. I want to love their friends and family and their hometown and the bed they slept in as a child and I want to love each hurt and scar and each twist and turn of their life, for all of these things created the one I love and how could I love them without loving every part of them, being grateful and thankful to everyone on this whole damn planet for making the one I love. I want to die inside of a love like this.
I want to be buried in it. I want to spread a love like this. I want to dance slowly in an empty room with the woman I love and him softly a song that we used to dance to when we were younger. I want to do this until one of us is in a wheelchair. I want love and I ambitiously want love.
The Fool,
K
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