It's only everything and yet nothing. All of our lives it's about being alive yet in the large scheme of it all, it is after all, nothing. Can you cope with this fact? How do you do it, I wonder?
With a smile, I suppose, as you do in your beautifully uncomplicated way. Mine is a world full of puzzles, mystery, and confusion. You, however, my dear, are as light as the air, as free as the wind, and as beautiful as the spark of life itself.
Together we blend perfectly into our own world. As the day slips into night, as good wine slowly ages to become great wine, so do we. For we are each other's compliment. You are my today, tomorrow, and forever.
With glee I am happy to just be. So we are important after all. After all I am with you. You are the spark. My spark.
