Epic Love

An epic love. That’s what I crave.

To dance — just us — in the pouring rain. To feel the flutter... A thousand butterflies trapped inside my chest. These thoughts of you... A fever I can’t break.

To trace the quiet corners of your smile, Etched... right there... in your eyes when our gazes meet. To feel your curve against mine in a slow... slow... dance — Long after the music fades... And it’s just... us.

I want to talk until tomorrow arrives. Kiss until sunrise spills over our skin. The taste of you... lingering... Soft. Sweet. Addictive.

Yeah... I want to know your favorite color — sure — But more than that... I want to know the songs your heart sings when no one’s listening. I want to laugh with you until our childhood ghosts join in, And share in the fragile beauty of your dreams.

I want to hold you close as the evening falls... Snuggle deep into the quiet night... And in the morning — Just... stare. At your gorgeous face. Letting that image... Fill my entire day.

Even if you fade into a crowded street — I’ll call your name... “Babe...” Just to watch you turn. Just... to wave.

Even walking beside me, I won’t skip the chance to feel your hand... Find mine. A silent echo... A quiet “I’m here.”

I want to know your complexities. Your secrets. The truest edges of your soul.

To catch the single tear — Still forming — Trembling... On the edge of your cheek.

I want to guide your heart to safety. To explore your mind... Every thought. Every fear. Every wonder.

To memorize the valleys of your body... And simply... Listen... To you breathe.

I want to feel your fears. Hold your darkness. My loyalty — A heartbeat you can trust.

I will be a man... You can believe in. You can feel. I’ll do whatever it takes... Protect... As I should.

I will stand with your insecurities. Face your anxieties. Chase away your fears. Wipe away the tears.

Not just say it... But show it. Every. Single. Time.

I’ll bring you flowers — stolen from the wild. Write you love notes... On my own skin if you ask. Leave messages where you least expect them — Tucked in shoes... Behind mirrors... Folded into your day.

I will open every door — My car... My arms... My soul.

I’ll fight through the sadness. Banish the darkness. Never — Never — Let you feel alone.

I’ll listen. I’ll agree. Hell... I’ll even argue... Until you find peace. Until you are heard.

Because more than “I love you...” I will make you feel it. In every breath. In every kiss. A fire. In every hug — Warm... tender... gentle... Safe.

I want to smile when you look into my eyes. To laugh with every line carved by your happiness. To jump for joy when you triumph. To feel your heartbeat... Like it’s my own.

And when you hurt... I want to cry. Like my failure to protect you... Caused your pain.

Because if the day ever comes — Where I lose you... Where I fucked up... And you’re gone...

I will know... I had an epic love. A crazy... Stupid... Unforgettable... Disaster of a love.

I will cry into the shadows of our bedroom. Miss your smile... With a physical ache.

To bleed from my heart with your memory. To let oblivion consume this longing. To scream our love to the mountains. Carve your name... Into the skin of an apple tree.

To feel utterly lost. Adrift. Without you.

Life... Without you... Would feel like death.

Every picture — a memory. A torture. Every moment — an imprint... Burned onto my mind. Every day without you... Agony.

I want to weep. Drown in sorrow. Suffocate in silence. Cling... to every moment we ever shared.

Because I want a love that is epic. A love... that breaks me... Builds me... Consumes me... Saves me.

A love... That is emotional. Raw. Vulnerable. Real.

And I know... That love... It’s you.

Hansie Deysel 2025