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Saturday, November 24, 2012,11:27 PM
On Loving
Loving you is walking with you late in the evening on mossy rocks, knowing you'll hold my hand if I slip.
Loving you is counting the months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds till the plane lands and I walk out of the airport into your arms.
Loving you is cooking for you. It is making the same dish over and over for you just because you liked it so much the first time around.
Loving you is standing on tiptoes to wrap my arms around your neck.
Loving you is feeling your hands close around the small of my back as I lean in close to you.
Loving you is writing to you, endless pages of words, happy words, sad words, loving words, teasing words, thoughtful words.
Loving you is waking up to you. Loving you is waking you up and pushing you into the bathroom to bathe.
Loving you is waiting for you at home, while you're out and about doing things.
Loving you is watching your vision blossom into so many indescribably beautiful photographs.
Loving you is dipping my hands into paint and weaving a burst of colour on your wall.
Loving you is leaving every piece of my love in a small room, to keep you warm on the coldest of days.
Loving you is staring at everything you've made for me, for hours, unbeknownst to you, feeling your love seep out to me like the warm yellow light from a lamp.
Loving you is loving the dogs you love so much, the streets you love so much, the nights, the forests, the mists that you love so much.
Loving you is loving your land, your home, your language, your customs, your people.
Loving you is sometimes, hurting you unknowingly, yearning only to know that you will not turn away from me.
Loving you is asking for your forgiveness, sitting by your feet, resting my head on your knees. Loving you is knowing humility, and finding it in your lap.
Loving you is understanding kindness and love in all its forms when I look into your eyes.
Loving you is slowly, gradually building a universe of dreams that glimmer more real than reality.
Loving you is knowing hope, and hoping for a future.
Loving you is all I know.
Loving you is all I do.
Loving you is walking with you late in the evening on mossy rocks, knowing you'll hold my hand if I slip.
Loving you is counting the months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds till the plane lands and I walk out of the airport into your arms.
Loving you is cooking for you. It is making the same dish over and over for you just because you liked it so much the first time around.
Loving you is standing on tiptoes to wrap my arms around your neck.
Loving you is feeling your hands close around the small of my back as I lean in close to you.
Loving you is writing to you, endless pages of words, happy words, sad words, loving words, teasing words, thoughtful words.
Loving you is waking up to you. Loving you is waking you up and pushing you into the bathroom to bathe.
Loving you is waiting for you at home, while you're out and about doing things.
Loving you is watching your vision blossom into so many indescribably beautiful photographs.
Loving you is dipping my hands into paint and weaving a burst of colour on your wall.
Loving you is leaving every piece of my love in a small room, to keep you warm on the coldest of days.
Loving you is staring at everything you've made for me, for hours, unbeknownst to you, feeling your love seep out to me like the warm yellow light from a lamp.
Loving you is loving the dogs you love so much, the streets you love so much, the nights, the forests, the mists that you love so much.
Loving you is loving your land, your home, your language, your customs, your people.
Loving you is sometimes, hurting you unknowingly, yearning only to know that you will not turn away from me.
Loving you is asking for your forgiveness, sitting by your feet, resting my head on your knees. Loving you is knowing humility, and finding it in your lap.
Loving you is understanding kindness and love in all its forms when I look into your eyes.
Loving you is slowly, gradually building a universe of dreams that glimmer more real than reality.
Loving you is knowing hope, and hoping for a future.
Loving you is all I know.
Loving you is all I do.
...loving you is like learning a new language. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but gradually, I understand you. Loving you is like being fluent in you, knowing what you like and what you dislike.
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