if you are reading this, I am in paris, doing this. ah the kiss, such incomparable bliss. my lips traveled 5,661 miles to meet his. I can only imagine how happy they must be at this moment...
I will leave you with this:
I love you between shadow and soul.
I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself the light of flowers.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
Because of you, the dense fragrance that rises from the earth lives in my body, rioting with hunger for the eternity of our victorious kisses
~Pablo Neruda (translated by Stephen Tapscott)