Love letter # 228

Wasn’t it true? Didn’t we know from day one?

We had a language. Written in blood and stars. There were no silly vanities with us. We had no need for the distracting glare. In the world we made with our love, there was only love.

It seems so wild to say it now – to know it still – but we came here to love. Only to love. Because by that sacred agency we could author a path out of darkness.

We could be the light that shines.

And now, when that look that only we seem to know passes through the clutter between us, we understand that we have (are) shelter. Quiet. The beautiful nothing. Our little heaven.

I love you, my angel. Never think otherwise.