Our first meeting is over. We’ve said our goodbyes. An odd mixture of euphoria over our belated meeting and how right it felt mixed with sadness at the departure. I sit in a haze, mind calm, but path clear. As I sit in my feelings I don’t think its sadness I feel. You’ve turned me into an optimist somehow. I’ve never been more clear that I love someone. It makes any other time I’ve let those words come out of my mouth feel distasteful. I don’t think many people get that level of clarity in their lives. I don’t think many people truly find their other half. But if I got anything from our meeting it is certainty. Certainty that I love you, and certainty that we will be together.
You will be mine and mine alone one day. I don’t know how long that will take, but I’ll wait. I know you’ll take me waiting as a negative, but please don’t. I will see you as much as possible and in my presence you will only know peace and you will only experience love. If the only thing I can do in the interim is love on you to give you breathing room and capacity then you will be loved on. My patience isn’t complacency or lack of want, which I’m sure you know by now, or even trying to minimize the space I take up, but recognition of a complex situation. You will get no pressure from me as you work your way through it because despite the obstacles I see the end result. You and I together. You’ll grow old with me and one day kissing the edges of your smile won’t be a special treat, but an everyday occurrence.
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