Honey, you are a woman

and with you, I’m a man

Like a leaf falling from a tree, ever so gently, meeting some random part of the ground, you met me.

It didn’t take much longer for the winds, to take you somewhere else. But it was long enough to fill my heart with your beauty.

It was long enough, to fill my eyes with dreams, to replace my doubts with beliefs, to be inspired, to imagine, to sail the atlantic ocean with you, to sing and dance with you, to feel sexual and strong, to be vulnerable yet wild.

You call me a wizard. You tell me I did some black magic on you. Well hey, I am just a seducer who is seduced.

You validate me, you appreciate me. You want me to be in nature, primal and wild, passionate and raw — just what I want to be, too. You love me when I am close to you, and you love me even more when I am close to myself, even if far from you. You love me because you know I am doing exactly what I feel like doing, being the artist of my life.

As I come to know more of myself, and the nature, I know to you. As I love myself more and more, I love you. Physical distance melts away, as our intimacy grows to be spiritual.

Just a few months ago, this is what I had written:

Where is she? That beautiful woman who admires me, who is in love with who I am, who is always there for me.

She is beautiful inside out, beyond my imagination. She too, like me, is on the journey of finding herself, therefore she understands the misery. She loves the true masculine, the warrior and the lover. She knows her femininity and divinity.

She understands me. She knows what I said and what I didn’t mean, what I didn’t say but meant. She gets my jokes, instinctively. She sees me. She has known me forever, as if she were born to meet me.

The way she looks at me, her eyes, and her expressions, as if I mirror her own beauty. She hugs me and trusts me, she almost depends on me.

— September ‘15

It has been one of the deepest quest of mine, to find such a woman, to feel her love, to shower in her beauty, to be a masculine around her femininity, to be grateful to the universe for creating this duality of a man and a woman.

And I found you.

Oh I think that I found myself a cheerleader…