I find it hard to believe that it has been eight years since I regularly looked into your eyes or hugged you in my arms, shared your secrets and your days, and told you, “I love you”. Eight years passes in a flurry of new experiences, passionate study, and laughter in rooms which are, at times far away from you.
This morning I woke up and thought of you. As I do. Still. Every morning while drinking my coffee and contemplating my navel… And India Arie asks the questions on my mind..
I wonder, I wonder if you really knew, that I see God in you And I wonder if you can see, how much you mean to me I know you cannot read my mind, but I hope you feel my vibe I think it’s time I let you know that, I see the God in you
Hey there, my beloved ones. You know who you are. You all hear it, but some of you don’t believe it. Did you know that you are not my beloved for what you do, or who you are, or how often I see or hear from you. You are not my beloved because you help me, or you know people, or you challenge me. You are not my beloved because we grew up together, or spent our days, nights, vacations, years together, or because we agree about politics, or disagree about religion. Or vice-versa….
Heads up: You are my beloved - because you are loved by Maus(es), and by me! It’s just that simple.