The Kind Of “Love” I Wish for You

Real Love is Mary J’s someone to set your heart free.

A partner in crime, not Bonnie and Clyde, but through good and bad. Triumph and death bond you closer. No room for just physically taking up space or playing a part or co-existing.

Someone who will talk to you, listen to you, question and challenge you and make you a better person.

Someone who wants to show you off and be proud that you are theirs.

Someone who is always asking themselves, what can I do to make my love smile today? To make my shared soul feel valued?

Someone who desires you. Like their hands are in pain if not on your body. Someone to look into your eyes like they give strength derived from no other source.

Someone who wants you like they must have you as nourishment to keep living.

Someone who sees your strength, but knows even strong people need encouragement and a system of scaffolding to keep you up when the elements are almost too harsh to bare.

A playmate to run into the ocean with your fingers intertwined, roll down a grassy hill, scream like kindergarten girls at a scary movie.

Someone whose smoldering gaze can make you lick your  lips in anticipation of a sweet kiss to come from across the room.

For this is love. This is living. This is what it should be.