You’re my guy. My perpetual hug. My mountain spring of laughter. The steady bedrock, the beautiful heart of a generous and considerate lover who cares for others. I am unfathomably happy that we’ve been reunited after all this time, and even though we’re not in the same place right now, we will be soon! I can’t wait to build stuff, make music and art with you, exchange rapid-fire wordplay and scurry around town catching Pokémon. Let the neural-network generated text bring us to tears, laughing so our abs and neck muscles seize up. You’re the one for me, and I don’t need anyone to send me a SIGN because you already make them. You’re better than good. You are THE GOODEST. Long-distance is hard, but your morning texts keep me going, you wordsmith, you. Looking forward to getting a bowl of that chili. — Your Spark, Your Pilot Flame
This article appears in Feb 20-26, 2020.
Oh dear… Sounds like somebody’s in for a hot one.