“Sometimes I like to think that you yearn to wake up to my voice too. I like to imagine you are sitting there, waiting for me to call. I like to believe that you will give me a sign, when the time has come, just like the thought of outrageously good food beckons a hungry man. I like to see myself doing crazy, dangerous things for you, even if all I am to you is a mere safety net. I like to be vulnerable to the things you say, because they mean the birth or death of the world to me.
I want to fly 3000 miles for you, I want to scream it out loud. I want to always be with you in the most meaningful ways possible. I want to give you the most beautiful and generous person anyone can find in me. I want to be your best friend, if all we can ever be is just friends.
I know this is not everyone’s idea of love. But I know this is the way I can recognise it, because this is what I do. I know this not about letting you happen to me, but letting myself happen to you. I know you are the reason for all my change and changing. I know that is all that is worth anything. I know I can say goodbye. I know what sacrifice is.
It will never be apparent but— all of that was, and will only be for you.”
