Vanessa's Invite

If only you were here, this morning, this afternoon, always. You are to me, my sweet. I try to let you escape, but it is not in me. You are the gentle drops that fall over me beneath a tropical waterfall each morning. You are the warm summer breeze that envelops me in the hallways. You are the sun that shines on my face during the long walks across this barren frozen tundra. Such affection has no criteria. It bears no obligation. It is. It exists. And oh, do I wish it did not. If I could end this affliction I would. Such pains I would endure to drive you from my heart forever. Alas, I fear my love is a weight affixed to the end of a great rubber band...the farther flung, and harder tossed, the more severe an impact upon its return. No. I must keep you close...if not in presence, than in spirit, in my endless love, or pain, or whatever this might be called. I tell myself that an eternity pining for your love is not worth every moment of my life. And yet. It is. I am here for you, always. But, if you prefer specifics, between the hours of seven and midnight this evening, in case my rubber band has returned with a prize. Oh, I know it will not, but I also know when I have nothing to lose. Do not expect clothes, my love, or inhibitions. I am yours in every way as always.