Dear lover,
You once told me I reminded you of a Winston Churchill line:
“[She is] a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.”
You’re excellent at solving things.
But with me, there’s nothing to solve.
I am the feeling you couldn’t explain.
The moment you almost understood something sacred,
and then it slipped through your hands.
A glimpse of the divine you touched
briefly
before it moved through you
leaving you in awe … changed in ways beyond explanation.
Be with me and you can stop defining.
Feel instead.
Step out of strategy, loosen your grip, and follow what’s raw and alive.
Loving me asks less of your answers, and more of your presence...
And I suspect you like that
how I draw you out of your head
and back into yourself.
Stay curious.
It looks good on you.
Yours,
the mystery you enjoy