This morning started out in the usual way. Slowly wake up, roll easily out of a comfortable and warm embrace of blankets that beg me not to leave them. Then of course the morning bathroom rituals—the obvious, and brushing the teeth to rid the night germs, and a cold splash of water on the face.
Then it becomes a bit different. I find myself lost in images of you. I no longer trudge to the coffee pot to pour that first first cup of ambition. I am gliding, dancing on a cloud to pour a cup of love. Instead of hot and black, the ordinary, I find myself adding a touch of cream and cinnamon. It tastes so beautiful, smooth, and sweet. I tastes of love. It is a change. A welcome change. Do I change just for you? Yes. Yes, I do change for you. But not because you ask it of me, but because I love you and I desire to change for you. Coffee is now much better.
I am still sipping on my coffee a I write this. Winter is still trying to hold on outside my window. I met you, here, online, in the dead middle of winter. And though it was very cold, I felt the warmth of you from 5000 miles away. That warmth continues.
I now have a love for winter, a big change for me. I am not fond of cold. My heart had been iced over like the winter that was out my window. You came into my life. You warmed my heart, melted the ice, made me want to love again as I felt your love. I change again, from the person that buried himself in the gloom of winter, to seeing all that is beautiful with that season. I change for love, your love.
I am preparing for a slow Friday at work. But I look forward to the day. Because you will be with me. I smile even at the most mundane and tedious of tasks, because you are in my heart and with me. I changed from a task driven worker—cold, calculating each decision—to a light and thoughtful worker full of passion for my work.
Your love has changed me. And I change for your love. I await the changes that we will see when we are finally together.
Change is good.