Holding this umbrella over your head.
I guess these raindrops make me feel romantic.
I could have started it saying...
I put my heart completely on my sleeve
Giving you everything I have.
Physically, time, emotions, my faith.
But that's mushy. Too romantic.
But no matter how I say it, I still have no clue how to express being in love to the fullest.
I believe no fairy tale love story completely embraces every aspect of love.
No. Not even The Notebook.
But I can. Not to you.
Not even to her.
But if my heart could for one minute spit the blood out of itself and talk.... It would tell it all.
It would say it's necessary like air. It's an obsession. All consuming.
It's free. Yet binding.
Selfless. It's kind. Generous.
It's real chemistry. A neurological condition such as hunger or thirst.
It's intimate. Awakening. Almost overwhelming.
It's forgiving.
It's committed.
It is everything you are willing to give.
It's a process. A journey.
It's vulnerable. Not ever a safe investment.
But most of all it is two complete strangers finding whatever missing pieces they have of their soul in each other.
So.....
I'm standing in the cold.
Holding this umbrella over your head.
I guess these raindrops make me feel romantic.
I found the missing pieces.
My soul is full.
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