“My love. Am I crazy for imagining a life together? For longing to wake up next to you? I see cold mornings tangled in your arms. White bed sheets begging us to stay. I see countertops and coffee cups; tank tops and T shirts. Lazy days spent staring into oceans within your eyes. Fingertips outlining cheek bones whispering I love you. I hear your voice, slow and steady crisp in the air. Our words will not be cut short or broken. Our tongues will not be held by faulty connections. Am I crazy for spraying cologne on my pillows? For clinging to them like life support in hopes it will be you in lieu of a lifeless sack of feathers. That will be you. Your warm body pressed against mine. I feel our hearts beating the same rhythm. The rise and fall of your chest constant; deep breaths. Never have I been less afraid of falling asleep than lying next to you. Fingers interlaced like our hands were made for one another’s; You promise you won’t let me go. I imagine kissing you. Sparks flying; my ribs will not contain my heart. Time does not exist with your lips on mine, the world is at a standstill and damn, I would love to stay there forever. Am I crazy for dreaming of you getting down on one knee? For practicing saying yes? Are we crazy for falling so deep into love so quickly? For trying to make this work? I plead insane if it means yes. Call me a psychopath, schizophrenic, hysteric if you must but I am so irrevocably in love with you. You are my sweet serendipity. Til death may we part. My love.”
— #656 my love KJM

















