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Untitled Part 6

It rained yesterday. The smell was almost intoxicatingly nostalgic. It made me think of you. You and the rainiest place in the whole damn state. It was cool and fresh, so fresh. 

I saw your face today. Your smile, a ray of light breaking through the murky abis of misery, despondency, and tragic woe like a white hot knife though the icey silence. With every thought of you, I am moved like the willing ocean's tide under the moon's sweet embrace. 

I long for the day that I can hold your hand. Grab your waist. Smell your hair, even. These simple things that I have been deprived of all this time may seem silly to ache for, but they are yours, of course I long for the sensation of love. The sensation of being cared about, being cherished.

I've seen your light. Heard your song. Felt your skin. I've known you. All are true, but things do change. Who knows, you could have strayed from your strength,once something I admired most, but your lion heart could be gone. You might have been led to a strict path from your childlike sense of wonder, leaving you numb to the beauty that surrounds you. But know, my love, that I can hold your hand through all of your tribulations. Support and strengthen you when your heart becomes crippling. Move and guide you when you refuse to stray from life's plan to the rose garden to take a whiff.

Know that when I come for you, it is not a matter of "if", I will take you as you are even if you can't take me. If we have changed, I will learn to love you all over again. I would live, die, and come back from the dead for you, and I will never stop being in love.

I can't lie to you, I have thought of letting go, finding someone new, but I realized something. I could never love anyone like I've loved you.

For now

For always 

~Laura