You are not even in this city; you came; you saw; and you conquered the shit out of me.
We spoke for over three years, before I ever saw your face; and it was the best birthday present ever.
You have left on your journey; and I am here still; life is the same as it was before the seemingly hallucinatory 5 days we spent together... I paint, and fish, and do the activities that keep me occupied and content.
But I am different from this experience, you have opened my eyes to an awareness of an awareness; that I have always had, but was never aware of having.
Now I must maintain this clarity, and not let anyone disturb it.
You brought to my attention my lack of self love; and it shifted mountainous bricks and shapes inside of me; with only a feather lite comment; and now I think and see differently about that.
I wish all women were as classy and intelligent as you; but then you wouldn't be you; and you'd just be the rest of them; then I wouldn't be me either, in the grand fractal scheme of things.
I'm learning French, just in case you do decide to move to Montreal like we talked about.
I miss your taste, I miss your scent, I miss your touch, I miss your presence and your voice.
Your shower towel will never be washed. —Drifting In The Void