Koibumi (Love Letter)

Dearest love. Mon Cherie. Je T'aime, moi jolie'nfant. Koi ni ochiru. Mi amor. I just wanted to thank you for loving me the way you do. Holding me in your arms. Protecting me, nurturing my heart. You are a warm robe for my soul. You embody all that is and all that can be. I see possibility in your eyes. It gives me hope, when I question our longevity. Thank you for only seeing me, even when we are in a room full of beauties. Thank you for giving me confidence that I can proudly wear. Thank you for the compliments, when I am sick, angry or just being shitty. Thank you for showing me what trust is. Thank you for surprising me with breakfast in bed and thanks for hitting snooze on the alarm clock...knowing when I need it. Thanks for encouraging me to get up out of bed; run girl...let's get it. Thanks for tucking me in at night and cuddling. Thanks for holding my hand as we walk down the street or sit in the car. Thanks for telling me my miniskirt looked great with those heels. Thanks for getting it on with me in the dressing room and the public bathroom and the park. Thanks for plottin and planning. Sneaking your way to somewhere you knew I would be...and even though I hadn't yet arrived, I walked in to find you waiting on me. Thank you for lunch and the morning massages after I jog. Thanks for making my morning cup of tea. Thanks for church, thanks for being a mentor and volunteering. Thanks for following up with that email for me, you know I be all over the place. And thanks for making that phone call I was dreading. I can handle it, but thanks for the assistance. Thanks for letting me know I am still superwoman, even if you are helping me. You do it because I am so super and because you want to give me a break. Thanks for notes, they are better than greeting cards. I love how you leave them everywhere. I like that you put the date and time in the corner, it takes me back: maybe I was being mean or neglecting his needs that day and yet he still thought to do this for me. It reminds me of the great sex we had that morning or the fabulous dinner you prepared the night before. And it's so cute, that you are so clever, sometimes the date and time let me see how long it took me to find it. Even if I am away on business, they are folded up in the clothes I packed (still haven't figured out how you get the time to do that) or somewhere buried in the many pockets of the suitcase. You have even been so kind, to leave messages at the front desk or awake me calling, playing my favorite song. You've sung to me on my voice mail and even when we make love. I love our lil games. Our secret language and top secret codes. We even got our own handshake. I love you, I thank you. I respect you. I applaud you for dealing with me. Thanks for helping me with that math problem I couldn't figure out. Thanks for being patient, even when I begin to shout. Thanks for always being understanding and never condescending about my tears, my reasoning, my logic...thanks for forcing a smile to my lips when all I want to is pout. Thanks for encouraging my emotions be it anger or disappointment. Thanks for reminding me that God just sees fit for me to go thru it. Thanks for praying with me and reminding me to say my grace. Thanks for dealing with all my mood swings and me being flat out crazy. Thanks for thinking the quirky is sexy and ain't nothing wrong with my being clumsy. Thank you for loving me like a goddess...your Egyptian Pharisee. Thank you for treating me like only a man of God can. Thank you for holding me the most high. Thank you for always telling me the truth. Thank you for keeping a full supply of candles in the house and picking up my favorite shower gel, when you've notice I've gotten low. Thanks for picking up that adorable dress you noticed walking past my favorite store(s). Thanks for introducing me to new perfumes...so maybe now I'll stop spraying your cologne. When you're not around sometimes I want to smell like you and your scent keeps you close. I want to wear you on me always, so over my skin you linger. Thanks for picking up me up some new panties...all styles, cut and colors you know I like variety. Especially when you know I spend more on undergarments and shoes, than actual clothes. I know carrying those lil pink and yellow bags aren't very masculine. Thanks for surprising me with trinkets, tucked in little blue boxes. Thanks for helping pick out my makeup...I like you liking what you're seeing. Thanks for picking up my tampons without the slightest flinch. Thanks for being my man. Thanks for being my best friend. Thanks for listening to me and remembering everyone's name. You know all my girls, their men and their situations...you know all my coworkers and all their business; you even know the names and plots to the characters in my books. You play your video games, work out and sometimes I get to spot you. We always end up sexing, so I don't know why you insist that I do;) You rarely go out with the fellas, most of the time you just study. But even when you do, I know you are faithful to me. So I get to run with the ladies and have no fear or shame. I am glad you are man. Thanks for being my king. I get to where my crazy clothes, a style that can't be tamed. I get write my poetry, read my books, study and I get to have you who gets it. You can really understand me. Thanks for opening your eyes, to what no one but you can see. You tutor me in math, I rewrite your papers for English. It's adorable how you try, definitely an A for effort; but you stick the figures, when it comes to the words, let me be the expert. We laugh, we fuss. We fuck, we play. We don't speak then five minutes later, there's echoing laughter again. We eat and pray. We keep it unbreakable in these dying days. The end is near, and should we not make it to tomorrow; they'll find me curled on your chest, wrapped in your arms. Or my head on your shoulder from the passenger seat. I am at your side. Everyday evermore your bitch! Forever your Queen! Promise you even more and everything in between. Thanks for the PDA. You know I'm wild. I get you so lost in our world we don't even notice. How we ended up in the backseat, somewhere pulled over, asking each other where our clothes at? It's so funny the passion and power we possess. Phenomenal is an understatement; we are truly blessed! So as I write these words, upon these pages and bestow a many thank yous to you. I am also thanking and praising God for joining together us two.