The Beauty of the Sky

116. When I was younger, I used to climb a tree and sit there staring at the sky, in constant awe of the beauty I found there. I wanted to scoop it up at the palm of my hand and wish myself part of it and not just an observer. I wanted a lot of things out of life. None was greater than a person to love me as I was. Bicker with me but treat me like a gentleman ought to treat a lady. That wish was granted far too early but I was happy nevertheless. Until now I am filled with so much wonder at how two people so different could fall in love as easily as we did and still be together years later. It is a beautiful realization that we have been together for more than half a decade and still be in love. Still have the utmost power to make me laugh or cry, and with the slightest touch warm my heart. It's still a wonder how we haven't given in to the heart ache or the constant worry of separation. The longest we've ever been separated was only three months, that were agonizing for us both. I despaired when you first told me about it because it did not make much sense to me at all, going away. My life grew dull without you and the beauty disappeared along with you no matter how much I reassured myself that you would return to me. I shouldn't have worried because you were a full grown man, intelligent and strong- willed and intensely loyal. I thank the heavens for the invention of the internet and cell phones but nothing can replace the feeling of being physically present. As I grew accustomed to a life without hearing your voice and seeing your face, I went back to staring at the sky a lot, particularly at night. My phone rang and there was a message from you that nearly broke my heart. I'm watching the full moon right now, you say, and thinking how we're under the same sky though we're apart. For awhile, I watched the nighttime sky in all it's loveliness, seeing the beauty there once more as I clutched my phone close to my heart. Yes, I see it. I'll be here when you get home.See you soon my love.