A love letter

This is the first of hopefully many letters that I'll start publishing here. Some will be in Swedish, some for officials, some to total strangers, some to people I love, and some to people I have yet to forgive. I have much to say to many, and this way I could keep this blog active while making peace with my past, present and future perfect. 


A love letter...

I woke up at night, walked around the house like a thirsty madman in search of water. I was barely looking for anything, I just loved coming back to bed to lay beside her warm shoulder, knowing that in the next few seconds, we will scramble our tired bodies so that she'd lay her head on my chest, with our arms and legs entangled in a most comfortable position. As soon as we sleep away our embrace, ill wake up and walk back, and will do the whole thing once again. And when I finally surrender my sleepless body to deep sleep, she rolls around, and makes sure that she adjusts our bodies back.

Her breath smells like a faint after taste of white chocolate, and her heart is bigger than all of my absurdities and imperfections. She listens to me speaking three different languages to her, and she understands what is beyond all the words. She plays along, she speaks to my soul, she is the last of the endangered species of an independent, intelligent romantic in a world of lame commercial hedonism.

I'd lose count of nights, and sense of time, while I wait for her to come barging through the front door. The longer the distance, the longer the wait, the more intense our love elates. The longer the talks, the quieter the walks, the more our understanding deepens. And in between the depth and the elevation, I am loving this bipolarity of being two, giving and taking as we become one.

When I drop half the items off the store's shelf, she'd laugh with me. When I am the last to leave the party, she's laying down waiting for me, when I go out for a swim, she'll dip in with me, whether its - or + 20. She entwines a love story in my mad plot. She's always eager, always keen, and she keeps my heart kicking, my body ticking, and my soul afloat.

This is my love letter to the one I have only found and always lost.