Pictures of You

I've been look so long at these pictures of you, that I almost believe that they're real....

For a long time I have been looking at pictures of you. Not so much the printed kind, but the real kind. For a long time I have been able to see you and visualize just how beautiful you are inside and out. It still thrills me that a certain glimpse of you in the right way makes me feel goofy inside.

I had one of those moments this weekend.

I sat in the chair getting my haircut. You were there next to me in another chair. You were talking about something and I was listening at the time. Then slowly I just started looking at you. It was as if the room suddenly got quieter. You looked so beautiful. Your eyes were lit perfectly. Not by the real light, but by your smile. Your smile filled a whole room and no one else but me recognized just how lucky they were to be warmed by it. The simple tilt of your head, an almost arrogant adoration of yourself - but a recognitiion at the same time that you are humble about your beauty.

I've been living so long with these pictures of you, that I almost believe that the pictures are all that I can feel....

Thousands of moments like that throughout the past 20 or so years. Moments when I feel compelled to tell you how much I truly love you. How much I feel so lucky just to be part of your world. How simply perfect you are in every way. I certainly do not plan for those moments, they are moments that just happen. My passion for you grows all the time. My love for grows all the time. I think in big part to anticipation of these moments.

There was nothing in this world that I ever wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart, there was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to never feel the breaking apart of my pictures of you.....

Remember the pictures of you I stole? Maybe they started this. Funny, but I don't have more real pictures of you - you seem so uncomfortable having them taken. Yet somehow that makes you even more beautiful. Even more stunning. I cannot tell you how very much the simple glimpses mean to me. How amazingly fascinated I am by their arrival. How lucky I am that you make me feel this way.

So even if I don't regularly say it. Or if I don't regularly notice a new sweater or a change in your hair. I notice you all the time. I gaze at you and I see something no one else sees. Everyone sees how pretty you are, while I see how beautiful you are.

I've bee looking so long at these pictures of you........

I will be looking for a lot longer.

I love you.