The Perfect Person At The Wrong Distance

Every time I think of you, I know that you have come into my life for a specific reason, that you are what I have been looking for, that you have the patience and curiosity to get to know and appreciate the good that is in me, as well as that understand my defects. I know you’re the perfect person.

But I also know that this distance that separates us, which can be a distance in time, emotions or people, is the wrong distance. There is an abyss that does not let us be together, that does not let us know each other. It is a distance that none of us has created, and yet it can not stop us from feeling what we feel.

I did not have to ask my intuition. When I saw you, when I laid my eyes on you for the first time, I knew I could not stop kissing you, and when we kissed, my skin learned to find every crack in your soul. It was you.

I have always believed that the perfect person does not exist, but I have learned to accept you just as you are, because you have done the same for me. And you have become the person I dreamed of; this perfect person that I always wanted by my side.

Now I know what loving means, I know how to kiss with the heart and I know what it’s like not to need words to communicate. You have taught me to admire you, because you admire me. You have followed and supported me to make my dreams come true. And I know it’s you, because…

If we look at each other, the words flow without being uttered. Our thoughts bind together so that they can understand each other, so that we can understand each other without saying a word. Your eyes tell you how you feel, they whisper to me what your lips do not say. We have learned that a glance sometimes says it all.

You tripped on your toes. I barely heard you, and now you know my ideas, understand them and let them flow. You know my dreams and are excited by them. You help me make them a reality, you help me believe they are possible. My inner world is a place I can share with you, because I know you will understand me.

You know me and know that I do not like the idea that my happiness depends on someone else. For happiness is something we build on a daily basis; it is a reality we must put our soul into. It depends on us, and only us.

We are not one, we are two. We share dreams, the music that makes our lives swing, and we have learned to respect what the other has a passion for, in a valuable dance of respect and trust.

Every kiss, every hug, is a caress given for the first time. Our first kiss is endless, because in each kiss the lips that met for the first time vibrate together, and everything starts all over again. Every whispered word creates intimacy again; the one we had from the beginning.

We undressed naked, our clothes fell to the ground and we loved. We were two strangers who loved, because from the very first day we exposed not only our bodies, but also our souls.

We were not just naked bodies. We were desire, love at our fingertips, we were skin that found its home on the other’s skin. We were you and I, lovers.

It may be just a moment, it may be a hundred years, but even though I know that it is you, that you are the perfect person, I feel as if we are at the wrong distance at this moment. Because I can not share my life with you, because you are not here with me.

But that does not stop us from feeling like this, from longing for each other, from longing for each other’s skin. You are the perfect person at the wrong distance. But despite that, I love you.