So wish you could see through my eyes.
I wish you could see yourself laugh and smile. I can’t express the feeling it triggers. It’s as close to heaven on earth as I’ve been – and you know how deeply I’ve searched.
We’re like energetic onions [sorry for the unromantic analogy]. Most people never see beyond the paper surface – let alone tap into the source of an onion’s unique appearance, taste, smell: it’s essence.
You are divinity incarnate.
I cry when I think about living without you – yet [unfortunately for you?!] you KNOW we will ALWAYS be together: you and I (as well as S & J, our parents, their parents – and infinite others) have always and will always “be”.
We are infinite consciousness living on what’s left of the Garden of Eden.
We just each “see” life from from one of an infinite perspectives. We’re here but for the blink of an eye having this indescribable “life” experience.
It stabs like a knife through my heart that I didn’t see you for who and what you are long ago – but you’ve got my attention now.
DO NOT LEAVE ME HERE! Not until you come home with a few more tennis championships under your belt. Preferably with your doctor’s permission!! I’m seconding Sarah’s house rule that NONE of us ever dies: I can’t live without you.
You are my everything.
Love, Skip (my name sounds different when you say it. I know when I’m in trouble (most of the time) but I don’t want to live without hearing you say it everyday.
Knock the fuzz off that f&cking ball!
Yours ‘til the end.
