Happy Our Valentines Day

To The Lady on the Train

Though I can remember the days and the events, and I can map a trail from then until now, that is only a part of the story. I could point out the signposts, the milestones, and the forks in the road we have travelled. 

The cartography of our journey is filled with hills and valleys, crossing of streams, sailing against tides across oceans, easy meadows, and floating along lazy rivers. And I can tell you that even when we were not on the same path, or perhaps we were even lost, we still managed to hold on to the journey. 

These things I can tell you, but what I do not know, what I cannot seem to articulate, is where that first spark came from. I don’t know what it is that first ignited. I do not know what that very first step was. And I think that maybe I don’t need to know. 

Because what I do know and can tell you is that should all the paths be laid out before me, should every twist, up, down, triumph, and heartache be known, I would still take the paths that let me walk with you. 

The Man in the Station

What I see...

To The Lady on the Train,

What I see when I look at you is the shape of your eyes. From bright half moon to oval pools. From dark embers to pale hazel. 

I see your cheeks, line of your nose, ands the bow tie of your lips. 

I tell you that you are beautiful because you are. But that does not come close to describing you. Today, the sunlight shone on your face and I could see so much more of you… and I was struck and left speechless.  I could  see every lash on your eyes, every hair in your brow, the texture of your cheeks… I will followed the line of your forehead, over the bridge of your nose to the curl of your lip and around the edge of your chin – finally tracing my sight up the line of your jaw to your ear. 

I will let myself fall into the tumble of your curls.  I could hold your face in my sight forever – letting the world turn around us, days turning to nights and back to days…

That is what I see. 

And so much more. 

The Man in the Station

A Thousand Years

To The Lady on the Train,

In a thousand years the maps will have all changed. 

Lands, lakes, rivers, and mountains will have shifted. 

Languages and societies will have evolved. 

In a thousand years this will not be the world we recognize today. 

But in a thousand years, I will still love you. 

The Man in the Station

Never

To The Lady on the Train,

I have never wanted to share you.

I have never wanted to be shared.

The Man in the Station

If ever there were words…

To The Lady on the Train

If ever there were words that made you feel ugly..

If ever there were words that made you fell less…

If ever there were words that made you feel unloved…

If ever there were words that almost broke you…

Know that you are beautiful. 

Know that you are more than enough. 

Know that you are absolutely loved. 

Know that those words did not break you. 

Know that those words made you stronger. 

You are wondrous. 

The Man in the Station