Like most sensitive souls, you already know you’re sensitive.
You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette. The ethereal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of a season, the climax of a song, or a certain stirring scent can evoke such wonder it’ll behave as your very breath itself- moving through cells as fuel does to fire and wind does to waves.
your love is so pure and giving and you are so devoutly honest with your heart. how lucky am i that i found you when and where i least expected it? every day that i fall asleep to your steady gentle breathing and wake to your raspy ‘good morning’ is a blessed day for me. :)