I asked myself not too long ago what it was that made me love you, to be quite frank I couldn’t think of anything in particular at the moment, but maybe that was just because I was overwhelmed by my longings for you to ask for more of your loving words through the digitations of the phone. To me you are the color spectrum of the stars, so vast and gorgeous and full of heavenly passion…so far beyond and so far away, yet so deep under my skin. I have traveled nearly nowhere and have seen but mere limitations of all this inspiration set upon this earth, but you Sarabi; you are what keeps me satisfied with my feet planted. I crave you, your words, your thoughts, the skin you’re trapped in. I crave every bit of stardust that has briefly stopped on this earth to form the being of you. You are the lifeboat which keeps me from sinking into the promise of depression. And I love you, although for no particular reason, simply because of a time when you invested a slice of your life to ensuring my happiness and security. our love is a harsh cord that binds us, and wounding us, and if we want to leave our wound, to separate, it makes a new knot for us and condemns us to one another. I love you, now and always, I love you, heart and soul.