It's been wild, and it's been more than I've asked for.

Everything fell apart the moment I knew I wanted you. My story didn't make sense anymore. All the lies I told myself to dilute the lightness of being failed to appease.

I was in my body again, and it was as heavy as the ships at the bottom of the sea.

I run from romance like this. Too broken to find meaning in a new encounter.

But here we are, you are my muse and I am your lover. Two hearts merged into one dream. I wake with visions of you; they drive my art, passions, and hard work. Floating between our shared bed and the workings of the world.

Sometimes our time spent together doesn't feel real, it's just fuel for the passion that real life requires. The dedication of day in and day out. The ability to follow through, sleeping with a sound mind and light heart.

I am always in a state of longing, perhaps I believe it is better to romanticize than to let go completely.