Love is in the Air

Love is in the air, I was just lucky enough to breathe it.

She read it. I was afraid of that. Even though I regret bringing it up, I’m glad I did. Parallel thoughts always seem to invade my mind. In fact she’s talking to me as I write this. Her voice is present in my mind at this moment. Caressing my one new sense. My favorite sense. The sense of her. If I did in fact bomb Tokyo, Paris, London, New York, Australia, Rome, and Florida…Baby just for you I would re-build every location with my own hands. Just so I could see the happiness in your eyes and a smile on your gorgeous face. You just hung up the phone. I miss you already. To see you all I have to do is minimize, but it is simply not the same. I do like the fact however, that when I do minimize I get a kiss from you every time. The fact I even said I would erase you from my memory both haunts me and angers me. Baby, imagine erasing all of your memory up until the point of reading this sentence. You would feel lost, alone, confused. If I had erased you, I imagine my feelings would be the same multiplied by 1,000. I took my jacket back in a figurative sense, but next time I see you I will give it back. Literally. I want you to have some piece of me, so you can think of me. Sense me. Touch me. Love me…wherever you go. I was right that you are not my beautiful assistant though. I have come to realize you are the magician and I am simply the lucky contestant you chose from the audience. Now you work your magic on me. I love it. I’m glad you decided to make me apart of your show. However, it is not just a show. It is much more, it is your life. My life. Our lives. Maybe I can become a permanent helper. I’d love that. That would be a perfect fairy tale ending. Up until last night I did not realize that I could care for you anymore. You surprised me, pleasantly. In neither of the past two blogs have I mentioned God. I guess for the simple fact we never really did either. Until last night. Which makes me love you so much more. Because God is the one who brought us together and is holding us in place. He is the one who influenced the air to move in a way only noticeable to us. Love is in the air I have noticed. But I’ve also taken into account all the people that do not know the feeling I feel. I feel terrible for them that they have not had the chance to feel so happy and so lucky. This time of the year is supposed to be the most joyous and I think that is why I am not in the spirit. Because I feel more joyful when I am with you than I would opening any gift or singing any Christmas carol. I was afraid that break would make us grow apart in a sense. Ironically, I think we’ve gotten a lot closer than I thought we would. I love that. It’s been four days since we’ve last seen each other and if you ask me…I think four days is too much. Which frustrates me. But like you said, at least we get to talk. Love is in the air. Did you breathe it into my lungs or me into yours? Or did our breath meet halfway and intertwine into each other and invade our lungs and seep into our hearts. I think the latter. I have come to realize, or just accept the fact that our relationship is neither you nor I. It is us. Neither of you nor I won, we both won. I love you more than you can know. I am glad I can never comprehend your love for me either. Our feelings are inevitably mutual.