for Luke - no. 5

ripped from my heart (diary), not edited for public consumption.

To know you is a gift, 
to love you is a privilege, 
and to be loved by you is an honor. 

This week has me hearing, over and over again, your voice dance around my mind, a light in an otherwise murky space, saying 'I love you because you're worthy of my love'. It's something special that you know how extraordinary your love feels, how all-encompassing, and stabilizing, and borderline mythological. I imagine brilliant minds of the ancient past concocting stories about heaven and hell to explain the way that you tether my soul to my body when it feels like they'll never align again. 
I could say that it isn't magic you possess, but the truth is that you are magic personified. I know that veers into cringey candid confession - territory, but it's the truth. Something about your spirit commands the world around you, even when you might feel like you're spinning out of control. 

The love we share is a powerful force. Our love is actually enough, and how many can say that? 'To be loved is to be changed', says the Internet. It's one of the rare times that I wholeheartedly agree. You help me to not fear change, because I know that no matter how much you change, your heart will be the same. I also know that I'll still be there, loving you. For that, I don't fear what time will do to us. 

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