Every Day

You are the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced.

I hate to reduce myself to such trite superlatives, but I really have no other way of illustrating the distinction between you and everything else. From your exquisite physical beauty to your depth of character, your humility to your ambition, and your tenderness to your ferocity, your every aspect stands unique in its wonder. I need only think of you for a moment before losing all other thoughts and finding myself awestruck.

The past few few weeks have been weird. I have begun trying to imagine a future without you. I have tried to envision myself in ten, twenty, thirty years. The strangest thing about this is that my images are always in black and white. There is no colour or sound. Without you, there is indeed no beauty at all.

I don't think it would be possible for me to love another. I have attempted to imagine that as well. Aside from making me physically uncomfortable, such thoughts present a serious issue. Since I have experienced the most lovely and wonderful company I could ever hope for, I can do little to avoid comparing all others by that standard. Naturally, everyone falls short. There is only you.

I lay awake, yet again, staring into your eyes. I remember when I asked you to take a picture of yourself as you awoke so in your absence I could look upon you as though we were together. This picture, which I still have and treasure has proven to be a gift above all others. Once again I find myself captivated, hopelessly, by your stunning visage and the worlds of complexity contained in your subtle gaze.

To this day, this remains my preferred practice before sleep. Some nights, those through which I am unable to claim a moment's sleep, I am grateful to have that picture to keep me company.