I discussed this recently with her, my Goddess, you know who she is. If we divide our lives into chapters, it’s like reading a book. Some are good, some ok, some mundane, others are just tiring, some just become the norm, we accept it and just keep reading, no real point, turning the pages absent minded, waiting for the book to end.

And then…

You turn the page and it’s like a whole new book, the story you’ve been wanting, waiting and longing for. You can’t turn the pages fast enough, consumed, addicted, waiting for the next twist and turn, words falling over you like a warm rain, filling your heart and soul with pleasure. So much passion you are fit to burst, the paragraphs making you hot, wanting, desperate. Fulfilled, excited, surprised, arousing a side of you that you never even realized you had. This book seems to know you, be teasing out your every want and desire, holding you tight, how does it know? This is it! Opening the world to your innermost desires, consumed by love, lust, anything goes, nothing matters, destiny at last. Even when you think it can’t be enough, a new drama unfolds, happiness, sadness, needing, wanting, coming, a farewell. Just never ending, deep emotion. You need this. The pages spin past, faster and faster, reading and consuming them urgently, everything fits into place and is oh.so.right. Crazy stories and adventures, things that make you laugh out loud or shout a name in passion, wanting in the night.

A chapter ends and there seem to be a void in the book, you turn the pages and the words are distant but still there, same emotions and passions just out of focus somehow, you squint to read them but know they are there, feel them in your bones, your skin, your heart, your soul. You long for the next page, waiting for the bold type to return, must be soon. Somehow this just makes the wanting stronger, the future need more urgent “Give me my Chapter” you shout at the book.

It’s here, I feel it more than anything, any moment now I’m going to turn the page and our worlds will come together again, blowing a hole in the universe no doubt, nothing we can’t do together. Holding and loving and coming together, the world will tremble under everyone’s feet. Noise complaints will be rife. It’s here, it’s coming, I feel it..

To you my Goddess, I feel I know it is soon when we will be in each others arms again, I’ll make love to you later but you know what will come first. I love you endlessly, I’m turning the pages urgently, the next one is going to have bold font, I know it. Gotta have you, be with me. Be my valentine.

God, I’ve prayed more during this chapter than ever before, I know you hear me, show us the way, I implore you.

Universe, who’s writing this book, I thought is was me, us. Sort it out.