Love Without Time…
I hope our time comes.
There is a man…
And what a man he is. He makes me sigh, weep and crave.
He is real…(you know what I mean). Hardworking, honest, resilient, focused, a little wild…a little silly, funny, and much more.
He is human, as raw as they get. Flesh, blood, sweat, tears….every emotion possible.
You might think what's so special, don’t we all have the same?
What’s special here is…he shows it all.
He expresses that he isn't afraid to be vulnerable, to communicate.
He isn't afraid to be fragile, to be emotional, to feel.
Does that make him less of a man? Oh no, it makes him the most “MAN” I have ever known.
After spending four decades around men who never showed their feelings, fears, weaknesses, or even their love…
Here he is…in all his glory.
Naked…we lay in each other's arms. Not just physically, but truly naked…in every possible way.
Mind, body, and soul laid bare…exposed, seen, recognized, home.
This love, it’s like coming home…it’s a revelation.
There is no escaping it, no denying it. It’s real.
