What can I say? I never wanted to stop talking to you. And I never do. One true thing... and I want there to be more. I want it to be a true thing every moment of my day... waking to the truest thing of all, the sound of your heartbeat next to mine. True things about cereal and the way the sun fell on the street outside. True things about the news this morning, and true things about lunch. True things before I go to work, on my way out the door, so I can think all night about them. True things when I come home, and true things in my ear, whispering, singing, when I fall asleep in your arms. So many truths, of varying application and import, truths about anything from the end of the world through to the color of your blushes.
Familiar and beautiful dreams... a lake, a forest, a home. My Katrina nearby with her beloved and a little mini-Katrina or two... a house of some description, it really doesn't matter. Your hand in mine standing at the door... knowing you'll always be there. Warmth, life, love, creation. A house full of music all the time. A place for dancing and a place with windows and writing on the walls, for writing and drawing in. You singing in the shower and making me grumble when it wakes me... and then smiling helplessly, unable to see it as any less than wonderful. Living... working, dreaming... together. You have the same dreams?

Labels: Brendon, Introspection, Love