Before I knew he existed, I dreamed about him. After that, there was another thing that happened which I believe was an early indication of him coming into my life. Both had such an effect on me, that I wrote about what I experienced, saw and felt. Before we first started talking, and even before the dream and the other experience, I (like everyone) had several ideas of what I wanted in a person. I never thought this man existed, or that I'd ever find him.
For well over a year while we talked, I had a huge crush on him and wanted to see if we could be as good together as we were in emails. The second I saw him, I just knew. It wasn't even so much as a choice (though he's the only person I'd ever choose to be with) as it was just knowing that man at the top of the hill was (and still is) the man of my dreams, the man I've always wanted.
It all came back to me when I read what I wrote, and it made me all the more thankful that I've got him in my life after wanting him for so long. I realise that this whole blog is at least half full of love letters to him, but I'm okay with that. I write what's in my mind and what's in my heart, and he's always there.
(It's pretty cheesy, even by "poetry standards". Just a fair warning)
My eyes have not looked upon you
My hands have not touched your face
My lips have not felt your kiss
But my soul has met yours
My spirit has reached out to you
With all that I have, I hope you answer
I have traveled to you, at night
I have felt your voice upon my ear
I have felt your lips upon my neck
You have looked into my eyes
And touched my face
But upon my waking, you disappear
My soul forever altered
Its mate, perhaps far away
I want to see you, touch you, kiss you, love you
But are you real? Can you truly exist?
Will this lovely vision of the future come?
Will I hold you upon the hilltop?
Will I hear you whisper in my ear
"I love you, my Beloved, my Dearest
Stay with me forever, here in my arms"?
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