Valentine's Day: 2006

I wrote this last month one night while thinking of him. It seems we have just met, yet he has very quickly become one of the greatest people I've ever known. We make each other very happy, but from afar. I can't tell him enough how much he means to me. I am the happiest I've been in a very long time. And he's the reason.

He's read this poem already, but this is the first time anyone else has seen it.

It is currently untitled.
















He brushed the hair from my face, and I quivered.

I breathed his name.
He whispered our fate.

I held his hand, and he promised to never leave. He wished to live by the ocean and watch me glisten every day.

Every hour of our lives would be the best hour ever lived.

He saw his love for me and my love for him looking back in my eyes.

I spoke softly while he slept. He dreamt of us, and of still air, and of never-ending nights.



We met the day before forever.



He makes me soft. I keep him warm.
We're lost in a place that we've made all our own.

I've seen his face before, but we've never met. Our friends adore him, but there's something more familiar that no one's ever seen. There's something about him that brings me home.

It's him. Him alone. All of him.

And he isn't even mine.
And we've never even met.