Dauoalogn - Sigur Ros (Valtari)

                 This is often a regular occurrence for me and I can never seem to place my finger on exactly why it is only rainy days, but they always make me cry. Perhaps it is the music I tend to surround my senses with on days like today. It's the end of July and I am overwhelmed with unexplainable passion and thusly it finds regular passage out of me through the tear ducts. I have never cried as much as I do with michael except in the year that I suffered from traumatic depression while living with an ex. In that time I was struggling with the necessary yet difficult severing of every attached string between the two of us.

                Now though, I cry because I am happy and sad and so very much in love that it scares me. It has made a bed in such a deep part of my soul, I can feel it expelling electric pulse through my entire being. But this rainy day does not belong to that piece. Today, the rain belongs to someone and something else entirely.

                 I am unaware if the unnatural pieces, the pieces that are jagged and sharp have been worn down by you or by me. And that is an oddity because you are not who I thought would erode them to a glassy and water beaten brilliance. If it was by you, which I am unsure of and perhaps part of me will always be comforted and torn by that obliviousness, then I feel forever like you have both given and taken a piece of me. I want you to have it though, because what you have given me, the love and caring and compassion you have shown to me, I have so far found immeasurable. It is not a wanting love we have but more of a communal love in which one can give and receive as necessary, without worry that it will ever deplete or overfill.

                Thusly, I want to share this rainy day with you. I cannot, as you are miles away doing and thinking something which I am sure exceeds the imagination. But I want you to know you have touched me, touched my soul, in a way that would never have been possible were I to never have known you.
               Thank you friend.

May being both internal and external be ever blessed by the natural beauty of the unknown chance.

Forever and Always,
Lindsay Rose