Love Letter 33

It’s funny how it works when I’m out late working. You would not believe how my heart just bursts into smiles first, then song – no joke, really, song – Here I give . . . for the last 10 minutes or so, as the day and the night wear down. It’s you that I want to be with. It’s you that I belong with. So even if it’s too late and your sound asleep when I come home, I’ll cuddle up quietly, touch your back and know this is it, this is the place in the world where I belong, where I am loved, where I can become what I am – a lover – a lover who wants you to be everything you long to be, a lover who wants to sit and listen when you teach (and be so damn proud and impressed and excited because what you’ve done makes a difference in people’s lives – I saw it TODAY, and YESTERDAY too), a lover who wants to just sit while you sit, a lover who wants to dream while you dream and to see where the path leads us both. Sweetheart, I could not love the others if I did not first love you, for you fill me up with what I am able then to give. I love you.

Sam