For your consumption

January 16, 2022

Today is January 16th. It is your ninth day of isolation. In a few days, we’ll be back to secret phone calls and stealing time just to be in each other’s company. But while I will miss the regularity of our daily and nightly video sessions, my heart frantically beats at the thought of seeing you soon. I miss you plenty.

I miss you plenty, mostly in the gentlest of ways. I miss cupping your face in my hands. I miss playing with your hair. I miss taking in the smell of your perfume mixed with the scent of all the emotions you felt throughout the day. And I miss seeing the peacefulness in your face when we’re both lying beside each other, all our bare limbs entwined, eyes locked, and incredulous at the thought that the other is a real breathing living dream.

I love you. I love you not in a way that consumes me entirely (because that sounds unhealthy) but in a way that I would like my whole being to be enveloped in your warmth. And in giving myself to your full embrace, the hope is to let you know that while we don’t own each other, I am yours to keep.