Here I recall my love for you.
Here I recall you.
I recall our autumn strolls among the falling leaves.
I recall your touch, your warmth, your presence.
I recall how a glint of light from the fading sun would highlight your eyes. Your so very beautiful eyes. Those windows into your so very beautiful soul.
I recall the love I felt. That feeling of being beloved. That peace.
I recall your smile, your laugh.
I recall your pain and your suffering.
I recall your triumph over that pain and through that suffering.
I recall our great successes.
I recall our quiet moments.
I recall our dismal failures.
I recall that they somehow never felt like failures when I was with you.
I recall your little outfits, your little poses, your little self.
I recall our deepest intimacy. The fullest embrace of your body. The slightest brush against your fur.
I recall the love you held for your friends.
I recall the love with which you included me with your friends. The trust that gesture showed you had in me.
I recall our road trips. The songs. The jokes. The way the miles seemed to pass by in just the blink of an eye.
I recall that moment you knelt in front of me.
I recall the knot in my chest.
I recall that feeling.
I recall the look in your eye as you held me fast, held me enthralled in the promise of the moment.
I recall the oh-so-small yet oh-so-large box you somehow produced from who-knows-where. As is your way.
I recall my heart fluttering from pure joy.
I recall my heart racing in delight of you.
I recall my heart racing in delight of the idea of us.
I recall the box opening, that flash of gold.
I recall my recognition of the rubber chicken.
I will recall your ‘wocka wocka’ until the day I fucking die.
Here I recall.