A Letter To Someone
You remind me of death in the best way. You reflect the beauty of the cycles of life, all interwoven occilations. Your eyes cloud my mind with images of heaven; your smile fills my heart with startling anticipation. How do you contemplate the world and yourself, both simulatneously, with such fascination? Someday I wish to see things that purely, but today all I can do is gaze at you, gaze at the glimpse honesty I've found in you. What do you live for? Where does your love find belonging? Is that love I see in your soul as beautiful and mysterious as your mind? Perhaps I will never have the answers to these questions, but you will always inspire them within me.
Dear someone, I pray you don't deprive me of your depth. Only your waters could quench my thirst, your imperfect life-force, your flawed soul. Perhaps I am just as flawed without you. Regardless, I wouldn't try to perfect you, my only attempt would be to embrace you. You need not live the life others wish for you, I would wish for your life, and nothing more. I could live happily with you, but that is no distinction - I'm sure we both get along with plenty of people; when I saw you I knew I could die happily with you. That is the distinction.