My Love

My Love,

From the beginning, it never felt like we were meeting; it felt like something already written finally coming into focus. We instantly collapsed into each other like we have been in search for that moment our entire lives. It as if we already met in another life 1,000s of times before. Something that brought us together that our minds will dare to tell us directly, as if we are not in control. It is the kind of loss of control I like, because it is a world with you. And I will follow you to wherever the universe takes me, safe, unsafe, uncertain, certain, doesn't matter. I choose you to the end.

Every time I think of you, I feel something wordless; something that exists before language and beyond reason. I’ve met many kinds of people—ambitious, cruel, loving, restless, boring, exciting, radical, and kind—but none whose presence draws me in the way you do. When you look at me, I feel like I am finally home. You are home for me. You’ve become part of my internal rhythm, my heart beat, my mental model substrate of the world and what we are doing here. It is as if the world finally lined up and whispered,

"You are not alone. Not at all."

You mean more than what I have words for, and I know a few of those, so that should tell you something. I love you very much.

Yours, Pepe