u/silent_poet115

When I hear her voice the world deafens, my body surrenders into a state of bliss that only she creates. Hearing her sing in the kitchen is like having my own personal symphony, my god when our rhythm is in sync. HEAVEN.

Her emerald eyes are a softness I can settle into and unravel SEAMLESSLY. When our eyes meet I feel truly seen. I’m used to flying under the radar, she understands me. She has the kindest fucking eyes; My heart aches at the level of pain she had to ENDURE to create such kindness. 

Her spirit is wild. A feralness that refuses to be tamed. But she doesn't need to be tamed.
Maybe she just needs to be SEEN.

I want to shroud her with my love. Let our broken pieces heal into one. Lets go for a walk TOGETHER.

You would have been 59 today. I love you. I don’t blame you for not making it longer, I know you did the best you could. It’s been 6 years since I got that call, admittedly I knew it was coming after I came to see you that Friday but when my phone rang early that morning I silenced it with the hopes that it was just work trying to call me in. It was dad, telling me to come say goodbye. Admittedly he wasn’t able to hold the composure to actually speak so I just told him I was heading that direction and to text me where to go. Hopefully we can laugh about it in Valhalla but the fucking cat outlived you, not by much though. In honor of you today your grandkids and I had the m&m cookies that were your favorite.

You would have been 59 today. I love you. I don’t blame you for not making it longer, I know you did the best you could. It’s been 6 years since I got that call, admittedly I knew it was coming after I came to see you that Friday but when my phone rang early that morning I silenced it with the hopes that it was just work trying to call me in. It was dad, telling me to come say goodbye. Admittedly he wasn’t able to hold the composure to actually speak so I just told him I was heading that direction and to text me where to go. Hopefully we can laugh about it in Valhalla but the fucking cat outlived you, not by much though. In honor of you today your grandkids and I had the m&m cookies that were your favorite.

I crave her in the most vexing of ways.
I wake each morning with an insatiable hunger.
A thirst that will exist until I can hold her in my arms again.
The cost of all love is pain, an incomplete feeling when she's not around.
Constant agony without the taste of her on my lips.
I find myself yearning for her mid-slumber, her warmth absent from my bed.
The thought of her consumes me entirely, there is no greater euphoria.