At night, you're all I can dream of. Not in obvious ways. Just of being warm in the soft dark and safe. In the quiet, your ghostly arms cradle me and your breath sighs warm into my hair. I never see your face; I never hear your voice , but I know you. Whoever you are.
Who are you?
You are so many things to me. I want to feel the things that you would bring. I am so afraid, though, not of you, but of what you have the power to do to me. You are the only thing I want. You are the last thing I want. When it's light out, I hate the thought of you. In the dark, I crave you. Nothing I feel is simple. Nothing I feel is hard to understand. How many sides can pull me?
Where are you?
I would rip apart the world to find you; to know you--your eyes, your smile, your voice, your scent, your touch, your name; to sigh with you over the tinystarlikewhite flowers growing wild amid the grass; to create something (anything!) wonderful with you; to share with you all the painfully exquisite images in my mind that no one else but you could ever hope to see; to know the honor of being your friend, your lover, and your wife; to lose myself within you you; to give you everything that is beautiful about me; to explore the depths of your soul and open mine to you; to love you with all that I am and all that I will be; to merge with you on every level, so that we become as one body, one mind, one heart, one soul, one being; to be a part of a union so beautiful that the thought of it brings tears to the eyes of the unborn; to spend the rest of my life with someone with whom I am safe and comfortable being nothing but me.
If I only knew your name, I would find you today.
What will it be like when we meet? Will we play the game of brief eye contact across the room until we finally stare a little to long and are shocked into action? Will we know right away that you are Him and I am Her? Will it be so electric that everyone in the building will know too?