And they expect a short simple answer, so I use simple words.
“He’s great. He makes me very happy.”
If I spat out every word that came to my mind when I am asked about you, the world would drown in all of my metaphors before it could even begin to swallow what I feel.
They way I think of you is not a concept that is “simple.”
You are goodness, you are truth, you are salvation.
You are a Sunday morning hymn.
You are my childhood in my grandfather’s garden.
I bloom at your fingertips and I grow with every word you speak.
I am entirely engulfed by the wave of your existence and I have not once considered swimming to shore.
You are light.
You are all.
That is as simple as I can make it."