Letters to Liam

Found this in my writing folder and I thought I'd post it. :)

The other night, I had a dream in which you asked me to write you something for Valentine's Day. So, my dear Liam, here is where I start my series of attempts to portray myself to you in words. I am sure it will take me many a night before the words fall out just so, the letters crisp and clear on the page.

My mornings nowadays start with a snap of chilled air against any exposed skin. The early hours paint themselves under my eyes, and my thin curtains fail to conceal the fact that I am up even before the Sun. But none of this weighs on me like it used to.

My hand slithers through my sheets to its target. I tap a button and your name overwhelms my eyes in the darkness. Yet my lips curl upwards and my thumbs jump eagerly to greet you. I exhale and huddle myself around my pillow, encasing any heat left in the area.

My mind floats your arms around my sides; it tickles my hands with your caressing fingers. Your breath is in my ear like an ocean's spray, steadily unpredictable. I am slipping. Your heart is only consistent in its beating, and I am slipping. I'm left sliding down some invisible slope as the ocean in my ear coats every hope of escape in impossibility, as the unpredictable thumping loosens every root and every stone that I pass. I do not struggle. I know I should be fighting to grasp any branch, any rock to aid my escape " to keep from giving into the destination, but I do not want to. I just pray, on my way down, that the landing will be soft.