I want to take one of your fingers and kiss them.
Not to induce lust, but to show you affection.
As I sit in front of you, listening to you telling me bits of your life while freely cursing and saying what you think, I feel a deep tenderness.
It is hard to explain, but yet in this moment you are as beautiful as a flower that has decided to bloom right in this moment, in this shadowy place, us sitting together, feeding on chai.
As if it is a rare occurrence and maybe it is.
I want to capture and remember this moment and cherish it.
Even when you cannot.
You are amazingly beautiful and it brings me to tears, I am so happy and thankful I could see you there.
Radiating. Bringing love, as you said.