I just want you. Only you. One boyfriend. Rolling around in hotel sheets, or my sheets, or your sheets. You are everything I want, everything I have ever wanted. Feeling you beneath me in bed or in the bath, I am acutely aware that you are the man of all the men.

You and I cannot waste time. We can only waste ourselves. I promise that I will never allow you to waste away. I will will nourish you with laughter. I will nourish you with all my love. I will relish every part of you. I will blossom in the light of your love. You will not be waited on me.

You and I are a wonderful invention. A loving invention. We are an airplane made of a tiny baby and a hunky thing. We hover over the earth, you and me. We fly just a little, wouldn’t you agree?

Your arms wrapped around me feel so strong. I feel sheltered. I feel protected. I feel immediate joy upon waking in your arms or against your back. We fit. We click. We mesh. We talk and talk and talk. We cry and cry and cry. Why wouldn’t we? So much is at stake.

But we also laugh and laugh and laugh. For me, that is everything. If we had nothing else going for us, the laughter alone would be worth all our trouble. And we have so much more going for us. We have our closeness. We have the way our bodies comport together. You know the landscape of my heart. Believe me, I know yours too.