Lunch memory

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.

You do.