Hello, love. I'm thinking of you again. Quite natural for me, actually.

You were sleeping and silent when I left you this morning. I kissed your eyelids, and they twitched. Coolly. My lips, before lipstick, against your cheekbone, under your chin. You dreamed on. With my mouth caressing your earlobe, I was dreaming too. Of past and future days and nights with you.

Your neck was warm and moist. Your slumbering heartbeat against my lips. My heart fluttering down into my stomach. I was afraid of the happiness, so I kissed you again. And you were still there, assailing my tiny fears. I smell your skin even now.

I kissed your hair, and a tear dropped into it. Every moment of you flashed across the screen in my mind. And my fingertips were on your breast. I felt the life in you. I whispered into your hair, "You are the life in me."

And now I can't wait to see you again. To talk about everything with you. To make your eyes catch fire and then to touch that flame. A million times I look at you, and a million times you take my breath away.

I know this won't work for me again. Once in a lifetime, as they say. The grand first prize I was searching for, desperately. And now I wish to give you everything, all I have to give. That's what you�ve taught me love is -- what you give, not what you get in return.

So must I say I love you? I will, a thousand times again. As long as I have breath. It's frightening that one person could induce so much, be responsible for so many things in my psyche. And it's wondrous that while that same person sleeps, I can kiss the eyelids with unimagined passion. I love you. I love you. I love you.