Dear Kat,      Please know this, you’re my entire life.  The very idea of you is me.  You will continue on, even in a rudimentary copy, in me, if you were all the sudden poofed from existence.  Though that is not what I want, that is what I want you to know.  I love you, ever so intricately and deeply, and because of that, I’m confident that, if you were torn from reality and existence, residing in me would be the closest and best reincarnation and eternal life [until I died that is] of you.  I’ll have you not thinking that I could go a day without smelling your hair, or seeing your lips scrunch, or noticing the glinting smile hiding in your prancing, green eyes.  

Dear Kat, 

    Please know this, you’re my entire life.  The very idea of you is me.  You will continue on, even in a rudimentary copy, in me, if you were all the sudden poofed from existence.  Though that is not what I want, that is what I want you to know.  I love you, ever so intricately and deeply, and because of that, I’m confident that, if you were torn from reality and existence, residing in me would be the closest and best reincarnation and eternal life [until I died that is] of you.  I’ll have you not thinking that I could go a day without smelling your hair, or seeing your lips scrunch, or noticing the glinting smile hiding in your prancing, green eyes.  

  • August 16
  • , 2011