Huw

Here we are again, entertaining each other. Sitting and sipping our tea, showing a new way we found to distract ourselves from the nonsense. Giving, somehow, a certain sense to each other. I value our interaction, and how we can try, come, go, fall in and out of each other. 
We’re not very sure when to meet and what exactly to exchange. So we sit and watch ourselves, together, apart, absorbing more. I’m curious, I’m always curious. It’s a beautiful way how we exchange, I find. I learn that you are you and I am me, therefore our ways to give and receive might differ, and this lesson is endlessly valuable. 
The exchange per se doesn’t mean give the exactly same as received, but learning ways of expressing how you like to give yourself.
There are feelings, a vast range of them. Good and bad ones. But I don’t mind feeling them when you’re the one I’ll share with. 
I catch myself learning new way to tell my story. I see possibilities that I didn’t know about. Chaotic silence, peaceful noises. Joy with the lift chains, that kept the course of reality close to us, not enough to transport us elsewhere though, fortunately.
I don’t mind the things I don’t know yet, nor the ones I’ll never know, the discomfort is brief.
There’s also a mystical repetition of reflections. Where we vary how we present and where we are on each other’s existence. The puzzle is indeed mesmerising. No matter what’s the setting, it shows me how freedom is, and I like it.

I lived a whole life with you, and many others. You’re my love.
I gave you my silence so you fill it as you please, thank you for trusting me with yours. 
We’re different, and that’s the most incredible thing about us. I hope us meet again. My chamomile tea has made me sleepy, sweetheart, I need to go now.