Meg Dowell Writes

All five senses I possess make me love you.

The moment I hear you, I jump to my feet. I drop everything. Nothing else matters once you arrive, for only time can tell how long you will remain in my presence. I breathe in the air around me, close my eyes, and listen; for all who have ears should be ashamed to ignore the sound of you. First soft; then louder; then soft again, but all a calming sound at that.

I hold out my hands, my eyes still closed, and I let you touch them. Gently; passionately, you touch them like they mean everything to you. Your touch tickles a little. But still, I feel you. You are here with me; though not for long, you are still here. I drink in every moment that I have with you.

I can smell you from afar, as awkward as that sounds. Before you come, I know you’re coming. While you’re here, a smile dances across my lips as a result of my joy. When you’re gone, your presence still lingers in the air. But still, I love the smell of you.

I don’t need eyes to taste you. You are pure, you are unique, and you are unforgettable. 

At last I open my eyes, and there you are; above me, below me, beside me; all around me. I cry at the sight of your beauty. You’re like perfection to me. Nothing could ever ruin you, nor can you ruin anything existing. Not you alone. Linked with a partner in crime, of course, but not alone. You are good; you are faithful. Now that I have seen you, the last thing of them all, I know for sure that I love you.

Don’t leave me, promise? You are magical. You are everything I could have ever wanted. Whenever you leave, my worst fear is that you won’t ever come back once all traces of you are lost to me. Even when you do come back, I always wonder: how long this time? How long until I’m alone again?

I know you could never love me like I love you. But trust me. I will be waiting for you when you come again, Rain.