Cafuné

This is too real to be a honeymoon, and because of that I feel safe.
I have not wanted empty beginnings like confetti out of an envelope that is scattered and forgotten. I have wanted someone I can sit and be with in this life figuring things out together and apart and sharing our notes and wondering, continually wondering at the world.
Something was different tonight, sitting together on the bench. You looked at me with a steadiness that told me you are both solid in yourself and wanting of life with me. And because of this, I find the peace I needed in understanding this about you. Mor. I wanted to be, and want more to be, with and near you.
I looked up words tonight.
Koi no yokan: The premonition of love.
Cheiro no cangote: To gently nuzzle your lover’s neck with the tip of your nose.
Cwtch: The safe place provided in a hug.
Merak: A sense of oneness with the universe that arises from the simplest of pleasures.
Your heart holds the world open for us to walk into and you take the time to walk with me.
This is no small thing.
Eu reconheço você, eu reconheço o amor que você oferece.
I feel honored and grateful and want also to honrar você in return.
I start with my words, I move slow, I try on each to see if it fits before wearing it for you.

