Somebody once told me, that there you were. Its funny how our first meeting was only partial. My eyes were clouded over, tongue tied up in English knots, and all you could see was the sun.

Well, I am streaky you know, but I do always shine.

It�s a golden beach in the sun sometimes, and I think of you.

Under the steady snap snap snap, which is a lie, by the way, I can feel our knees touching. Remember that morning? I tried not to smile, I swear it.

It�s so hard not to be obvious, especially to you.

Then we sat together, in the dark. The steady swish swish, not a lie, and I tried so hard to do something other than laugh. Our shoulders nonchalantly touching, like two random leaves blown together by the wind.

I live on the wind. Are you ok with that?

And I try so hard, I really do, not to think of the way our hands hit each other like random branches when we talk.

And your smile, god, how it illuminates the space between us in a globe of happiness.

Right. Is this for real?

Right now I�m working on not wishing, because I�m a hypocrite. But if I could. God. You probably shouldn�t know what I�d do to you.

We would kiss so long in so many different places. A beach. A classroom. Under the sheets. More romantic? A chain link fence between us. You, just outside my window in the stars, with footsteps coming. And still we hold on.

I can see us in the shower examining every pore of each other. Skin shinning. Sighing. Sex. I can see us pretzeled together while the Sunday morning light shines in through the curtains. I�ll read the comics over your stomach, ok? I can feel light touches. Fingertips on my arms and back. A neck for my kisses.

Do you see that this could go on forever?

Please, something. I don�t want to lay in this silence anymore. I don�t want to dream anymore. I just want to be real.

When can I say that?

When do I finally get the privilege of being alive?

I can see me standing up from that bed, you�re eyes watching my curvy body, naked, as I rise. Just to do something simple, like looking out the window. I will be surrounded by golden light for you, and I can see your smile already, half buried under the sheets. Like treasure.

And it will be me. I will be the one who gets to go dig it up.

I want to carry a part of you with me forever.

No matter what anybody says, really. I mean this. I know it�s special.

So please.

I�m ready.

Come.