Because I reached for you. Across time, space & my better judgement. I sought you out, because you are perfect. Because I knew you were special, & exquisite..and because I wanted to know if we were ocilliating at the same frequency. & I hope that I am right in thinking that we do. I don't have to feel the heat in my neck, when I speak to you, to know that you're the traveller I've been seeking. I have been waiting lifetimes-- shifting the heavens to sift the stars, to find your light. If I wanted sex, I'd have it. If I wanted cuddles, I'd find them. But what I wanted was love, & so I found you.
So this is how it goes. I take all the things about myself, you take all the things about you. We hold them seperately, in our hands cupped, & we both throw them up, into the air, on the count of three. And then we spend some time picking them up, wondering, "is this a part of you, or a part of me." We keep what is obviously our own, & those we can no longer distinguish as yours or mine, we put into a pile...say over there. & we make a bed with them, upon which to lay the foundation of the rest of our lives. Ok? So...One...Two..Three.