You are the heart of my heart, the soul of my soul, and the only truth in my dreams. If I could, I would have lived within your chest ribs forever and dissolve into your soft lungs’ bronchioles to breathe me in. If I could, I would have caged myself in your head wondering between the rooms of your brain one by one to become a tiny part of each of your thoughts. If I could, I would have stretched my skin all over your bones to feel you within me; I would have made visible bridges of blood vessels between our hearts, and I would have kissed the scruffy hairs of your beard one by one. If I could, I would have slept between your eyelids every night so your lashes could hug me till I fall asleep. If I could, I would have slinked under your skin to make sure I feel whatever your body is feeling, and I would have made you walk through my midnight dreams to see yourself through my eyes, thoughts, and feelings. I would have done anything to become your soul, and you be mine.
How exquisite it is when artists develop feelings for each other. While one of them is drawing vibrant canvas in their brain, the other will be colourfully describing it all with black and white ink. Living in their very own universe, diving. They could be warriors one day, and be sea-creatures the next. They could be even objects if they want to.
How wonderful it is to create a whole different in-between from the very core of our imaginations about each other. He could be the fiercest fighter, but simultaneously, the tenderest companion. We can fly on the back of a Phoenix and explore the skies vigorously, or surf the deserts as enduring camels. Maybe dive into the ocean where he could be a seahorse, and I could be a mermaid. I would have sent him letters instead of simply talking, and he would compose me a violinistic melody to suit my mood.