It was not a present, a party or anything fantastic. It was these words, written on a piece of paper and left in my car.
Words. I have always been the master of my words. Plucking thoughts seemingly out of midair and transforming them into coherence and beauty.
Because of you, I am sitting here….grasping at words and reaching for sentences. My words have fled. They are floating above my head, visible but slightly out of reach. The thought of you, pushing them out of my head. Jealous of the space the words occupied, your presence has commanded the spotlight in my mind.
I am unable to shake you from my thoughts. Every word whispered softly in my ear, every warm breath on my stomach, every gentle touch exchanged as we lay listening to each other’s heartbeat….they all render me speechless.
I concede defeat. I am awed by your mastery as you easily uncovered every one of my unspoken needs until they were all satisfied. Once strong, I fall weak. Once ambivalent, I now feel the loss as we separate.
No words are left, they fail me, just when I have so much to say. All that remains is the thought of you and one question.
Will I linger in your mind as you do in mine?
Jusqu’à ce que je rassemblement encore, soin de prise de ma mémoire car je prendrai soin à vous.