I wish you could transform into a bird so that you could follow me home.
I’d open the window for you and once in, you’d be your glorious self once more.
With the moonlight on your shoulders, you’d lace your fingers with mine and the night would be the cloak to hide us from the world.

How many times should I whisper “I miss you..” in the air?
I imagine you hearing me inside your head, looking at the distance, thinking “I miss you too” and I can almost feel your whisper on my skin.
Your eyes are the cause and the heal to my heartache. It’s been long since missing you hurt that much and tonight I’ll sleep with your face behind my eyelids.

I miss the fire in your eyes, that look you had the day you left, staring at me like burning your way into me. In the cold light of early morning you looked so beautiful, I kept the memory of your face as a photograph pinned on the front of my head. Always there whether my eyes are open or closed, whether I’m awake or asleep.

I want to trace your collarbones like they’re made of sand. So softly.
I want to stare into your eyes and watch them get lost. Kiss the little hollow places on the bottom of your neck and hear your breathing change to the rythm of my kisses.

I tried to speak but you sealed my lips with yours, and your sweetness and softness melted me inside out and made me so dizzy I felt like I would fall apart in your hands.

Today his green eyes were so bright, against his pale skin and black hair… I melted softly every time we stared at each other, his eyes burning like the sun with desire.
A desire that burns my insides and leaves me insatiable, as I can never have enough of him.

I keep my memories of you like treasures, and when I go to sleep I recall every image of your beautiful face and every word you said and I tell the stars how wonderful you are.

Write to me, and I’ll read your words every day, and I’ll trace the places your fingers touched the paper, and I’ll put it in my treasure box, besides the fairy poems and the moon stones.

I went to dance under the falling stars, in the arms of the Wind;
his long black hair all over his face and he swirls me around and around,
in the music of the creatures of the night.

He blows through the leaves and between my hair,
whispering words in my ear, holding me;
he holds his eyes fixed on mine and sees right through me, like I’m made of air too.

Sometimes I wish I could meet you again from the start… I wish I met you in a sweet cozy cafeteria or in a library or a music store. Sometimes I want so much to feel again how it is to fall in love from the first sight. I wish you’d be fascinated by me and every time I’d look at you I would see your eyes shine with entousiasm. How it feels to be so stuck with each other that I would wait hours outside your house only to see you going in and out. I wish we could have a first date. You’d bring me flowers and we’d smile so hard our face would hurt.

I love you. So much. It’s indeed weird that love changes as time passes. You’re in love but you’ll never feel the same as you did when you first touch each other, when you first kiss.

Sometimes it makes me feel sad,because I’d want to feel that way forever. But I’m in love with you in a way that lasts forever, and even if it won’t be our first kiss, I’ll cherish each and every one, and I’ll never get used to the wonderful light of your big green eyes. My tiny suns.