I once thought love and melancholy were best friends.
I could not find one without the other.
To be sad was to love.
And real love required deep emotional hurt.
Pain and love were all I saw growing up.
In my mind they were complimentary.
Not understanding.
I have been so wrong.
Until 5 minutes ago, I could not see differently.
Just 5 minutes ago I stood upside down inside my head and finally saw right-side up.
Because when I think of you.
When I think of this man who sees me immediately.
My mind is filled with happy memories with you.
And now the only way I want to deliver my love is with joy.
To watch your laughter.
To feel the happiness on your chest.
To hold your hands in my hands with nothing held back.
