It does not really matter that I cannot hold you everyday like I've held the others before. It does not really matter if I cannot see you every weekend or every other weekend to spend time with you like what I've done with the others before. It does not matter if I cannot hug you whenever I need a hug or I cannot hug you whenever you need a hug. Being there is a reassurance that our soul is hugging each other, deeply, even if we are afar.
Yes, it is the soul that knows. It does. Sometimes the brain plays tricks on us, makes us see things, think things, read things differently. Sometimes the loins also try to trick us, make us feel like we need to dive into our lusts and reach out for each other incessantly when the brain knows we can't, as yet, immediately. Oh these body parts, what do they know? But the heart? The soul? They always know. They're the only ones that do know. So we trust them more, and we feel that, and we let that rule us. We let it.
So yes, come on over, feel free, claim me. I have never loved someone before as free as I am loving you now. Ownership? I had a strong stand against that before. Silly me. I should have known -- that there really will be someone out there who will click with you, and who will be proud to be with you, and who will be even prouder to call you theirs.
I say ditto, baby. Ditto.
I love you.
This is for you. Only you.