Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
Being with you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, the one perfect decision I’ve made in a lifetime of fumbling and poor judgment. I’d go through it all again to be by your side. Never doubt that. Never doubt how I feel about you.
And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire—I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.
And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.