I miss you.
I miss the idea of you,
the whisper of your presence
that lingers in the corners of my soul.
You are adorable,
and beautiful at the same time.
I struggle with the word beautiful,
yet for you,
I would speak it ten thousand times,
as if each utterance were a prayer,
each repetition a flame reaching heaven.
You are beautiful inside and out.
Broken, yet magnificent.
Perfectly imperfect —
a masterpiece in God’s hands.
You are milky white and delicious.
I long to consume you,
not in flesh,
but in spirit.
For your soul aligns with mine,
and I cannot get enough.
I love your energy.
I love that people are drawn to it,
that you are a magnet of light.
And so am I.
Yet I know this:
our blending is not yet His plan,
though our pull is undeniable.
So, we will embrace this —
this magnetic dance,
this sacred tension,
trusting that the Lord knows exactly what
He’s doing.
He sees us.
He knows us.
His plans for us are good.
Until I meet you again, my love,
remain as beautiful as you are.
Remain courageous.
Remain brave.
The Lord watches,
the Lord guards,
and the Lord does not sleep.
Tonight, I release you to His care,
and to my dreams.
Until we meet again —
in visions, in whispers,
perhaps even
in the unfolding of the future.
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