Today, our first anniversary spent alone.
The scent of you lingers on the cold side of my bed.
I can’t explain the duality of loving you and not wanting to hurt.
Knowing what is right and what’s wrong.
A lot of what I say I think gets lost in translation.
I wish there were a way for you to plug into my mind to understand the thoughts that lay beneath my eyes.
I feel like a mountain climber climbing to the top of a plateau in search of a peak that doesn’t exist.
But hopeful as I ever am,
I will pursue expeditions that seem so far impossible to find a space in this life where you and I exist in harmony.