i delight in you.

We were laying in bed, intertwined. We fit so well together, you and me. Emotionally, physically. Like when you're working on a puzzle, looking for what seems like hours for the right spot, and then you finally find it! It was always there, the perfect fit. The only fit. Snug and tight, right.

I told you that I sometimes wished that I had never met you, so that I never had to lose you. You said that once we are old and senile, it wouldn't matter, because we wouldn't remember one another anyway.

Not true. Our bodies would remember. Our bodies would remember, and they would still ache for one another.
I fear that ache.
But, you've always been the brave one, looking at the world dead in the face. Taking it on with humor, and delight.

I delight in you.

I'll breathe in your warm, soft smell. Listen to your even, calm voice. Watch your kind, handsome face.
Understand your heart.
And know that if I really had never met you, I'd miss you anyway.