-I has been exactly 50 days since I saw you, since I held you and kissed you, and asked you through watering eyes not to forget, and to hold up this flame, this love against all others to see which one burns brightest, which one lights the way.  Who can say why one loves another.  I could list of some of your attributes which would make any man think they love you.  But it’s the indescribable parts, the intangibles that really make the love.  The way I could look at your face and see the inner beauty radiating through it.  The depth of your soul simmering beneath your eyes.  The static shock from your skin when it touches mine.  And the loving feeling of being inside you when we make love.  These are things one can be at a loss to articulate, but yet are as real as your beauty, your brains, your silly sense of humor, your angry tantrums, and your kindness.  Anyone could fall in love with you on paper, but true love, my love, is for what’s between the lines.

-On this day, New Years Eve 2015, as my heart stretches out across the continent to meld with yours, it’s mate, I want you to know something… I’m aware that I sometimes ask you a lot of fucking profound and complicated questions.  Very weighty shit.  Yes, these questions run through my mind, and yes I would like to find answers, but perhaps if I’m patient, understanding, and just a bit lucky, over time we can answers each other’s.  I just want you to know that at the bottom of all the craziness (or “mishigoss” in Yiddish), and at the heart of all of my sometimes overly-complicated questions is but the simplest of answers… I love you.  And that can make a person crazy.

Today this pic warrants a repost.