Your Love is Experimental

     Waking up without you next to me is difficult, but not more difficult than I originally imagined. Surprisingly, none of this has been. For example, of course it’s difficult and of course it tugs at my heart strings to open sleepy eyes in the morning while basking in the warm sunlight to roll over and not see you smiling sweetly at me while positively glowing more radiant than any vampire ever known to romantic literature. Instead, I turn to see your coat in my arms, assuming I cuddled it throughout the entire night without once letting it go because this is not the position I fell asleep in. I smile at the vision, I must truly love you, even when unconscious, but I had no doubts or second guesses over my feelings in the beginning.

     Still grinning, I look back over to the blinds partially shielding me from the greatest star ever known—I’m humbled. I blink for a few moments through its brilliance, then reflect on how you’ve lifted me to the euphoria of feeling equal to the entity I admire most.

     Your love makes me equal however it is experimental.