We weren’t supposed to connect in person.
It wasn’t supposed to be the same in the corporeal.
I was supposed to be a troll.
You were supposed to be superficial.
We were both supposed to be inarticulate and uninteresting.
Your touch shouldn’t have been so electric.
Your body shouldn’t have shuddered at my caress.
Your kiss shouldn’t have transported me to another realm.
My eyes shouldn’t have drawn you into another universe.
I was supposed to be too afraid to let you touch me.
You were supposed to be too repulsed to try.
You are my love.
You are my soul.
You are my heart.
You are my completion.
And the pain is something we must endure in order to experience such depth of beauty.
I hiked 12 miles and broke my foot
To experience some of the richest, most fulfilling beauty of my lifetime.
And I would do so again.
I ached for it.
Fought for it.
Cried for it.
I had to achieve it.
You, my Love; you, my Darling.
I hope I’m achieving you.
I want to achieve you.
I need to achieve you.
This incredible thing.
This reality of realities.
This is real.
And should be.
But we must endure.
We must achieve.
Stay with me.
Stay with me,
And I will wait for you.