I have loved you for all of time, and that’s really the only thing I’ve ever known. I mean, really known. Something overwhelmed me the moment I first saw you, as if sunshine had slammed into me like a gust of wind, but still, I didn’t understand right away. There was no one particular moment when the love revealed itself, but it did reveal itself in moments, over and over. That beam of your beauty slamming into me again and again.
I’ll always remember this one time, waiting for you to arrive. I was content, comfortable… but still filled with anticipation. It wasn’t a special occasion and you hadn’t been away, you were just working and I wanted to see you. When the door finally swung open I wasn’t paying attention, you were already inside when I looked up. The music, in that instant, held its breath between songs. Then, all in unison, our eyes met and our smiles curled and the next song began. It was a beautiful song that someone else must have written about you, or at least about how I felt about you.
The piano keys tenderly spoke of the redemptive power of love, the closing wounds that go with opening hearts and how I was once shut tight until you arrived, unexpectedly, your beauty crashing into me, gently and with a force greater than I’d ever felt before you opened me. The strings meanwhile celebrated with a crescendo of joy the way each day of my life has built more and more miraculous on top of that first moment and ever since.
It may not seem like much, but to me it is one of the most remarkable moments of my life. Suddenly the door was open, and there you were, looking at me as if you loved me. Time stopped and my heart leapt and I knew then as I know now the only thing I have every really known, how I love you. How I have always loved you and always will, and how each little fragment of time within that timeless love is a miracle.
