Sunday, October 15, 2006

A letter to you, too.

So maybe love is meant to be a little imperfect.

...some love is perfectly expressed...

Maybe love is meant to be about you saying something stupid in our most intimate moments and me smiling it away and tousling your hair instead...

...without any intimacy whatsoever...

...And now, that I'm miles away from you, I'm feeling your eyes on me all the time.

... We've always been far apart... but you touch me every week...

...And I'm surrounded by people of so many pastel shades, while I'm only looking for your vibrant color.

... a phrase or an observation from you that connects within me, coloring my life...

Tell me now... isn't this slightly flawed love we share so much better than the ethereal headrush of something that will never be? Isn't this what you'd always wanted?

... that love that you express in your words and poetry, I didn't even know that I wanted it... I am so glad that I found you...

Yours,
PB

p.s... and do have yourself a happy birthday...

By Professor Batty



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