perrier, like the water

He melts me to the core; shakes my nerves and washes over me with a calm collectivity that leaves residue only of clarity and understanding and such pure love it is blinding. Why must he be taken from me? Old habits die hard, unnecessary nerve-endings are pinched. Esteem levels gain new sensitivity, whilst my ever—never-quiet mind whirrs dizzily to a deafening numbness.

Meanwhile, my soul is burning. Heart palpitations become regular; they have made friends with the butterflies who have pitched tents in my stomach. The lucky stone circulates around my third finger, finding itself into my palm. The energy he left within it is desperately wrenched from it – tightening the grasp with each, deep, sigh. This is agony. Torture, mildly. And yet – a gold lining, glistening at the verge of my gaze. Like films, flickering above the muted background of daily life, I watch them play, over and over, never tiring but only desiring them more and more to become reality at a more rapid pace. Seven thousand miles away, my heartstrings are tugged. Across oceans, landmasses, beyond the stretch of vision to the human eye, through the clouds and the seasons and the time zones, I feel a familiar beating. Calm breaths wave over me, providing total relaxation and a sleepy conscience. How have I met my match? This mate, specially chosen by the Gods, has withstood the Universe and outdistanced time and space.

He has found me.

We have found each other.

Constantly baffled entirely by his presence, my fortune is unfathomable. Words cease to make sense, logistics are counteracted, and reality is strewn across the floor. Sense and sensibility no longer apply; nor do they need to. I require nothing but this feeling, which lifts me beyond all reason and any rationale. I am comfortable. Home. Strength, endurance, motivation, all tested simultaneously. Fairness is an alienable concept, yet a small price to pay for unreserved paradise and sensations of true harmony.

We fell in love in a closet. 

Individually driven, a new source of meaning derives from the depths and gently forces us into necessity within each other. A new purpose, an unforeseen path, is built before us: broadened across the scope ahead, farther than the human eye can see. But we know it’s there: this feeling of infinity, and inestimable distance must extend eternally and without end. T

his closet has become our haven, our cave of happiness, and joy, and adoration. We are lucky. We are the fortunate ones, whose paths mysteriously crossed and conjoined in a perfect mark of time. 

Good Morning, Darlings! I have returned — after a rather unnecessary break! HOWEVER; home was wonderful. My sister graduated, I caught up with some old friends I haven’t seen in much too long, and I got to breathe in the most pure air in the world. I love being surrounded by forests. Upon landing, I received a rather brief and nonchalant message asking to head over to the Van Halen concert that evening. After nabbing Kitty and some Taco Bell post-work, we headed to one of the most epic concerts I’ll ever attend. Diamond Dave pulled all the stops in his sequined pants, and EVH blew my face off with his guitar skills. Thus, now I am preparing for my first day at job 2! Bring on the work! In only 8 days  I’ll be reunited with the other half of my heart that’s stretched across the other side of the planet. Bring it on.

So it’s officially become 7 days until I am reconnected with my Soul One. My skin is tingling with excitement and anticipation even contemplating the idea that the proximity of longing will be eliminated in merely a week. It is unfathomable to every cell in my body, as it has remained in a stasis of shock ever since we were pried apart at the LAX security checkpoint one month and one week ago. My atoms are buzzing, flesh on fire, heart palpitations growing.. The purity of this honest connection, lust, and love has left me awake at late hours of the night with a whirring mind that refuses to quiet-down until it spins itself asleep. Dizzying thoughts dance around, rattling my skull in search of sensical rationality or reason…. Only to find none. The heart, I have come to find, is easily and blatantly the most complexed organ in the body — holding within it, the most power and control. It can be categorized as its own entity; individually pulling the body and mind into each other, collectively uniting them into one large clusterfuck of love without understanding what the Hell is going on, until, Alas, you are lying in bed every night, anticipating eagerly for a phone call, SMS message, or that time will shift by a little swifter, only to freeze, and again, stop—-once you are reunited with The One who has captivated you, body and soul, love at first sight, heels-over-face, outside of a Piano Bar on a Thursday night. For now you are in love, which needs no convincing on your part, for you are already connected beyond a cellular level - stretched across the ether and entanglement of technologies, day-dreaming as ‘At Last’ softly plays in the background of a blog post at 1:13 AM. Thank you, Norah Jones, for conveniently chiming-in and tuning yourself to the soundtrack of my beating heart. The butterflies will thank you, later.