You're in the air, on your way home to me. The thought of you near calms me.
The excitement of our relationship is diminished only by the sadness I feel when I know you are so close, but I can't touch you.
You are so real, but yet seem to be a bit of a hallucination.
Our passion is so vivid, yet so undefined. Our emotions are raw, with heightened sensitivity for both ecstatic elation and great pain.
Those lows are physically and emotionally crippling.
But those highs, WOW, those highs are what poets and songwriters suffer for.
In our conversation last night, you repeated something you have said before "if you leave tomorrow, I will be ever grateful for you coming into my life, if only for a short while. I will be ever changed. I will go forward viewing the world in a different light, an altered man."
Although it saddens me deeply to hear you form the words that may define our end, it also brings me great joy to know that you will hold such a precious memory of us in your heart.
The difficulty with hearing those words is I am so torn. (I know you will be able to relate to this).
I want to live in my fantasy world with you. I want you to tell me you love me, you can't live without me, that you want to hold me and love me forever, until death do us part. This is what I crave from you. I want you to leave your world and come and save me and protect me and love me, forever. And to coin a phrase from Pretty Woman, "I want to save you right back." I want to be everything you have ever dreamed of having in a woman.
Now, the struggle I have is in the knowledge that as perfect as we would be together, our timing and circumstances will never allow us to fulfill this dream.
It was impossible to know that half way through your life, someone so unexpectedly could come inside of your world. Could make you question the very core of your stability. Could force you to finally see the void and loneliness you have been hiding from. Could make you want to force change no matter what the consequence.
It's only with the light of day that each of us realizes, and keeps us from discussing jointly, that our perfectly imperfect love for one another is tainted.
We are now, and will always be, an affair. We are a perfect dream without an ending. For an ending would wake us from this dream.
If I had a wish, it would be to have two lives.
You are my hope, my dream, my love. This I share with you. This I will promise you.
Welcome home, and know that you will be in my thoughts tonight and forever.
Good night.