For being so shallow, I'm pretty deep.

You will never understand because no one understands me better than you.  And I don’t understand, myself.

 Your perceptive brown eyes that seem to stare literally straight through my clothes, pausing for a brief moment to admire every curve and imperfection of my naked body, then moving deeper to peer into the inner me, my inner sanctuary that without the slightest pause I allowed you free reign; your deep voice that resounds from one of my ears to the next as I lay my head on the center of your chest, right over your heart which I know races for me, when you tell me exactly what your racing heart is screaming; your course brown curls which coil so tightly they’re reflective of how hard I am trying to hold on; your soft touch that drags a limp hand over every inch of my body, only allowing the fingertips the privilege of grazing my warm skin, provoking every nerve in my body to shiver and tighten with pleasure; it’s the way you pull me in close after a long day of napping in the warm sun or skipping stones on our secret river and look right into my eyes and smile without saying a word that makes me realize how much I love you.  

But I do not understand the extent of this love nor will I ever.  Our implied relationship is far too beautiful to be tied down with the harsh and constrictive labels of the traditional union.  We just are.  While painful it will be to say goodbye, to know you might be running to the arms of another, someone else who will take for granted all the wonderful amenities your love has to offer, I take comfort in knowing that at least for us, everything that happens is meant to be.  I know one day you and me will become a we once more.