I’m whole now. I’m all mine and his. I’m free and loved. I am the love.
He is my most exciting, most beloved, my definitely. I’m beaming in his presence, joyful and cherished. I’d scream for the world to know how happy he makes me, how lovely he pours his heart out to me – there’s no other longing for him when he’s not there, like I am.
Fully embraced with him, let me live like there is no tomorrow. Let me feel his heart beating, let me adore him in every way I desire. Ohh, do not steal through my thoughts to let him go because I’ll definitely do the opposite. Not because I always do it. Not this time.
I choose him over all. I’ll always choose him from the crowd. I’ll eternally have him in my heart, I ceaselessly belong to him. Let me breathe him, let me live him, let me love the way he lights up when I look into his eyes. Let me always keep his hand, evermore adore his touch. Let me have this forever.
I’d love more but I am the love. How can I love more when I am the love? I love deeply, profoundly, limitless, timelessness. I am whole, I am loved, I am time, I am boundary free.
