Warm thoughts of delightful things, of pleasant places and joyful people. Here I lie in the glowing water, thinking of times that made me smile. I think of you, and us, and all the adventures we've found ourselves in.
I recall the sweetness that would radiate from you, a sly giggle or a naughty grin, so organic and sweet. The soft touch of your caring caress or the closeness of your breath; each one is a gift that you have bestowed upon me that carries more value than you could know and I could describe.
We share everything, the darkest of secrets and the lightest of touches. You are the Yin to my Yang. Such a funny thing balance, how easily it is thrown off; an angry word here, or the misuse of apathy there.
But sometimes we tilt, and the ease of it all has becomes a heavy-footed plight, leaving a fog in the room with inbound turbulence. We tumble through strange emotions that we bury deep below. They boil and bubble, and when they surface they take the face of things that weren't meant to be. However, one thing remains certain and I know will never change, the warmness I feel, even among these questionable times.