Tonight, Em only wants to be referred to as Yeezy World Peace.
I have no problem with that.
I’m now going to make it my mission to watch all Parks and Rec episodes in two weeks.
PS: (On top of the whole love thing, of course) Em is pretty much my favourite person to hang out with ever.
In less than one week I go home, also known as Phoenix, Arizona. I’ve never been there (I’ve never even been in the US) but the girl I lost my heart to lives there so, after four long months, it feels like I’m finally going home.
Even though I’m nervous about making my connecting flight and knowing from experience that long legs and airplanes aren’t a great combination, I couldn’t be more excited. My tumblr will either not be updated for two weeks or be filled with obnoxious “oh look at us being all happy together” posts but you guys just have to put up with that, I guess.
I’m looking forward the most to the little things that I’ve missed so much: knees touching under the table during dinner, giving her a forehead kiss while we have to wait for the traffic light to turn green, holding her hand, educating her about Star Wars…basically, just being able to look at her without a computer screen or any other form of technology.
My love for you is not the chords.
My love for you is not the voice.
My love for you is not the beat.
My love for you is not the music on the sheet.
It’s neither the black keys nor the white, not the left hand or the right.
It’s not reaching for a high note or breaking a guitar, not the sound of longing in each and every bar.
My love for you is not sung by me or him or her.
My love for you is not a composition one can easily learn.
It’s not the solo in the middle, not the beginning or the end.
It’s not the encore of our favourite band.
My love for you is the silence hidden in between.
The echo after every note, holding what has been.
Anticipating what will come and what we both have seen.
My love for you is felt between the chorus and the verse.
Lifting hands of piano keys, letting go of strings.
Exhaling after every word, hearing what one sings.
My love for you is everywhere, it’s the fabric of the song.
It surfaces during every pause, however short or long.
It’s there before the music starts and stays after the final chord ends.
My love for you, my dear, is not played by any instruments.
My love for you is written
by chords played by my fingers on your skin.
By hearts that beat the music through our veins until our eyes will sing the silence in between.