Miracle

Hello, miracle of 2012.

These stolen moments. Secrets that beat in my bloodstream. Like my love for you. Your kisses along my knuckles, like igniting silk.

You make me love you like I am young again. Reckless, unaware of consequences. Unaware of heartbreak when I am with you. Unaware of how terribly this may break me. I want only to be cradled against you, feeling your laughter rumble up from your chest. Breathe you in. I am addicted.

Like I am no longer wary, but crazy, silly with love, and like I will not be punished for these moments of joy I steal from Fate. Laughing the whole time when I rub my nose against your stubble, and then suddenly, we are frantic for the taste of each other. But you never let my smile be lost to me, locking your hand with mine, making rumbling noises on my sensitive neck, doing illegal things in illegal places, and I am by turns childishly impressed and nervous and happy - so happy, giggling with abandon.

You must love me - how else can your eyes move over me like this, drinking me in, telling me I am beautiful without words, telling me there will be no one else like me you'll ever encounter.

I would want you in my future. I would go grocery-shopping with you. I would collect cologne samples with you. I would let you cook for me things you like, the way you want me to give my honest views. I would put in the effort to make you smile every day.

I would be anything and everything.

I love you, Saleh. With every fiber of my being.
Please come home soon.