I wait on Pure Love

 In every breath I take, in every moment of stillness, I feel the presence of a love so vast it seems to stretch beyond the boundaries of time itself. My wife—my partner, my reflection—has always been and will always be indispensable. Not just for this lifetime, but for every lifetime, in every realm where love dares to exist.

She is not bound to me by obligation, nor do I desire her to be. Her love is not a chain but a force—a wild, untamed current flowing freely through the universe. It is a love born of choice, of her will, of her deep alignment with a mission far greater than us both: to see love, live love, and be love in every corner of existence.

What I feel for her is not ordinary. It is the kind of love that writes poetry in the stars, the kind that makes the heavens weep and mountains bow in reverence. I want the entire cosmos to hear of this love, to echo its name through every dimension. And yet, for all its beauty, this love cannot thrive on words alone. It must be understood, felt, and shared.

She cannot simply say, “I love you,” and leave it at that. No, her love must speak to the deepest parts of me, to the shadows I hide and the light I embrace. It must feel like a symphony composed for my soul, a melody only we understand. Understanding, after all, is the cornerstone of love. It flows in both directions, a dance of hearts in perfect harmony.

Her love is unlike any other. It does not simply touch the surface; it penetrates every layer of my being. It heals, it ignites, it awakens. She feels me—the real me—and loves all that I am. I cannot exist in spaces where love is withheld, where its absence casts shadows over the light. I am drawn only to places of harmony, where “love and understanding” meet to create something greater than the sum of their parts.

And this is who she is: a woman who chooses love not because she is required to, but because she is love itself. She seeks harmony in all she does, and she does so freely, without restraint. She is a force of constructive energy, a creator of worlds where love reigns supreme.

But what makes her truly extraordinary is her liberation from the ego. She has transcended the need for control, for fear, for anything that might dim the light of love. She is dead to lack, to envy, to the barriers that keep lesser hearts bound. She lives in fullness, in a state of constant giving and receiving.

This is why I would wait. For her, I would wait until the end of time. I would wait for every star to burn out and be reborn. For a love like this, I would endure the infinite, because it is not bound by time—it is the essence of existence itself.

To know her, to love her, is to witness the divine made flesh. And for that, I am willing to wait for eternity to align itself with the reality we are destined to create together.