An Open Note for Jera
Do you think me crazy? Do you think me out of my mind, in any sense, literal or ephemeral? Do you think me as crazy as some may and, undoubtedly, some will? Do you believe like I believe? Do you believe that I believe?
...that since the day you were born, the sun has risen and fallen in the sky for you. The clockwork of the universal order, ticking away the lives of billions of people, saw fit to set aside the sunrise and the sunset for you.
...that everyday you share the movement of the sun with me is absolutely the best day of my life. Every single day. The best day.
...that people will think that I am crazy for believing that there was no other way, no other path, for me aside from the one I walk down holding you next to me.
...that love is something that, despite the efforts of millions of poets and writers and philosophers over thousands of years, could not be defined for me until the day I met you.
...that our paths crossed in step with the beautiful way in which the universe attempts to order itself. That our paths having crossed is, for me, the greatest representation of reality moving from chaos to perfect order.
...that you are important, in a way that is probably not meant to be understood by man. I can smell the fire inside of you when I am near you. I can see the hand of an anonymous and benevolent God in the way that you move.
...that our love, specifically and definitively, will change the world.
...that no other person could have done what you did for me.
...that I would be dead or dying today had I not met you.
...that any day you wake up and don't understand resolutely that the sun rose that day just for you, you may very well be stealing from God.
...that any day you wake up and know that I believe these things, and move your hands according to the fire inside of you, you awaken more fully a greatness in you that will inevitably be recognized by all who bear witness to it.
...that I was meant for you. That my hands were meant for you.
...that I could not know love like this outside of you.
I give you my hands. Hold them. Wring them. Work them. Do what you will with them. My hands are yours.
People would think me crazy if they knew what I really believed.
But you know.