Sometimes I go for days without writing something here, not because I’ve run out of words, as someone suggested I might, but because the words are too tender, too close and I find they are only meant to speak in quiet moments. Right now I am filled with those words and I wish you were here, or I was there and were were sitting together in the over-sized chair I’ve seen so often, the one where, sitting together, I tell you all the secrets of my heart and soul.
Why is it on these tired mornings after a night of all work and no sleep, my thoughts turn to you and that familiar ache in my heart seems to speak your name. I hear it now, your name spoken with tenderness, the confirmations of love whispered softly. As I hear my heart conversing with the quiet of the early morning, I feel an unexplainable knowing sweeping over me. You have heard me and suddenly I am filled with a deep contentment..