Finally

[adrienmundi]

You are so incandescent that it’s almost painful to look at you sometimes; I feel very close to being in danger of being overwhelmed, bowled over by something much, much larger than I can contain within my own fragile shell. My eyes water from staring at bright lights, it is true, but not like this. These tears come from as deep inside of me as anything has ever gotten; you are almost too much for all of me to bear, but I can’t remove myself, and dance ever closer to the heat which warms me, but will also consume me if I’m not careful. And yet, you cannot see your own light, or even the effects it has on others, those perceptive or lucky enough to realize that, holy shit, there’s a star right fucking here! It feels almost absurd to say, “I love you”, for really, what other option is there for me? I may as well wax rhapsodic about my ability to breathe, because in both cases, I don’t have a choice, yet this is as happy a categorical imperative as I’ve ever come across. The challenge now becomes to find a reflective surface magical enough to accurately reflect this to you. Maybe that’s my job.

Comments

[fairyhead.livejournal.com]

Thank you. You know, when I first read it, I *wanted* it to be about me, but was afraid that I wasn't deserving of such a nice post or of that much meaning/importance to you.