Michigan is gorgeous in Spring and early Summer.
You know this.
Sanford Lake is filling up.
The temperatures are delightful.
This is not infatuation. Been there; done that.
It is not a "mid-life crisis." I am not in mid-life.
It is inexplicable, illogical, makes no sense.
It was not my idea.
I am available; so are you.
You always have been.
We were kept apart so my relationship with my bride would not be disturbed.
I was given time to mourn, and that is complete.
We walked in the same places, but at vastly different times.
Time does not matter. It is a created thing.
I am you; you are me. We are mirrors.
I will wait for as long as it takes.
There is no one else. There won't be, and I am fine with that.
Memories of my bride are sufficient.
But I know there is more to come.
You were led to the door.
You hesitated.
Then you came in.
You saw what you wanted. You did not know why. You went for it.
As you always do.
It was fun.
I was cautious. Very, very cautious.
You were beautiful. I did not deserve you. You were unreachable.
And you encouraged me to come closer.
I dove in. What could it hurt?
Then, ... you read my mind.
"Michiganian." Nobody says that. Nobody.
You knew what I was thinking. We talked, but did not need to.
You were waaay out of my comfort zone, yet I was extremely comfortable.
It should have been wrong, ... but it wasn't.
You tested, probed, stretched the boundaries that you did not cross.
You were untamed, unpredictable, intoxicating.
You were generous, submissive, obedient.
You were fun.
All my life, I've been prepared for this. Step by step.
Innocence, Error. Truth. Spirit. Freedom. Love and responsibility. Heartbreak. Mourning. Knowledge. Duty. Enlightenment. Patience.
Trust.
This is enduring
Unconditional.
Alchemical.
You are constantly on my mind. Every idle moment turns to you.
I cannot get you out of my head. I don't want to.
You know where to find me.
The door is open; it cannot be shut.
Walk through it.
The red pants would be fun.
All, --absolutely all-- glory to God.