Good morning, my love,
If a year ago, in that cafe, someone had said I was going to miss you so much when I wake up in the morning and not see beside me, I would have laughed. I never had surrendered to someone so requested as you. "Not in a million years" would have assured before you trapped me with your eyes.
You ruined my reading, you know? I will never be able to open that book without feeling the strength of your eyes capturing mine, making me feel helpless and secure at the same time. I love that feeling. What led you to turn you into me? Either women who accompanied you could have bewitched you, but you decided to divert your attention to me. And I was yours.
I can not live without the touch of your lips on my shoulder when you think I'm asleep or the sneak contact of your hand on my skin when we are surrounded by the crowd. The conversations without words, the peace of your blue eyes reading my soul.
If someone had told me that afternoon that he would find in you a buddy, a friend, a companion, a lover ... my lover, my love, I would have said it is an utopia find the soul mate. How difficult is now even thinking about it when my body feels and misses yours as if it was a severed limb.
But you got up. And holding my eyes in yours you sat next to me. If that afternoon I had been told that only with you closeness I was going to feel myself exploding in a thousand tiny drops of water, would have said there is no paradise. What a terrible mistake. Because paradise is each one of mischief that we came up together, the laughter that no one understands, the winks, the touch of our hands, evenings of silent reading. Because it is enough that you are with me. And moreover you give me bristling tender kisses and skin blistering nights that leave me breathless.
If someone had told me that afternoon how my body would adjust to yours I would have said, as anyone who sees us, it was impossible. And now I feel at home when your big welcome to my body as if it had always belonged, when your arms around me, protecting me as the dragon his treasure, jealous of world.
If that afternoon when we went out holding our hands someone had asked me if would give my life for you I would have answered yes without hesitation. And I will give life. The live of your child in eight months to emerge from the two happiest beings in the world, surrounded by the most immense love anyone ever imagined. Even I, that afternoon in the cafe, when my soul was hooked by your disturbing eyes, would have hesitated.
Forever, my love
Sarah Arabella
