<3 <3 <3 <3 This is how <3 <3 <3 <3
 

If I said, that I want to touch you
Would that be the truth or a lie
As my body is yearning to be close to you
As my fingers are longing to touch every inch of your glowing skin
As my lips are aching to taste every drop of every you

As my womb is so much screaming for you to expand, possess, own my every me
 

Yet looking in your eyes, seeing your soul shining through, your life outstretched before me, vulnerable, open and bare. Letting me see your
strength and weaknesses, the times that you conquer and those when you fail. Trusting me enough to show me your laughter, your tears,
your reason for joy as for sorrow, your thoughts, your self, your insecurities. Your reflections on life and love, reaching as deep as the

endless ocean, calling me to plunge in
 

So what if I fall, so what if I sink, so what if I drown

This is how I want to touch you
 
 

If I said, that I want to see you
Would that be the truth or a lie
As my soul is aching to be close to you every moment
As my days seem endless without you near
As my body is hurting to feel your skin so close to mine

As my ears waiting night and day for nothing than your tender voice
 

Yet looking with my heart, not with the eyes, i see how you are near even when night falls, even when feeling lonely and how your aching
to be close to me unites us in each moment. From here I can see more than just your outer appearance. From here I can see your soul
hurting, and your spirit dancing and I can sense your silent prayers and your joy you share with me and from this point of view I hear your
silent tears falling for loneliness and your longing and search seems like my own. From here you´re never far away. Not even one step

ahead of me. From here you couldn´t be closer.
 

So what if I miss, so what if I long, so what if I ache

This is how I want to see you
 
 

If I said, that I want to hold you
Would that be the truth or a lie
As my arms are reaching out for your every move
As my body bends just on your voice
As my fingers itch on just your memory

As my skin burns just by your touch
 

Yet knowing that the only way to hold a bird or a precious butterfly is by giving wings to his dreams. Is by smiling and true caring and by
hoping and trusting as by providing food and shelter, and by listening to the ways hearts wanting to share, yet never building cages, yet
never locking doors. Never pressing to strong or closing windows in front of love. Friendship, love and affection are like the wind, needing

to dance wildly and freely.
 

So what if I get blown away, so what if the storm hauls, so what if we´re just near while flying free

This is how I want to hold you
 
 

If I said, that I want to love you
Would that be the truth or a lie
As my heart is beating faster by your touch
As my soul is missing you each day
As my body is reacting on just remembering your words

As my mind gets dizzy on your kiss
 

Yet knowing what Love means in so many cases, and how we´ve perverted the idea of giving our all to another, who´s giving his all to us.
Now meaning pressure and expectations, frustrations and fear. The need to be hold rather than to hold and the wish that the other one would
be created in my image. The failure to see his heart and soul and to ask for his deepest dreams. To not be able to meet his needs, because we
didn´t ask in the first place. Talking of Love but meaning only our understanding of what we have experienced and of what has hurted us.

So closing my mouth, not saying these words, but showing you I care, I listen, I will stand by you, assuring you of never ever being alone
 

So what if we call it differently, so what if we don´t put a tag, so what if there are no words for how I feel

This is how I want to love you
 
 

If I said, that I want to be close to you
Would that be the truth or a lie
As my body shivers by the sound of your every word
As my soul misses your thoughts when you re not around
As my spirit thirts for your words building bridges for us to be together

As my every piece is yearning for every piece of you, in, on and around me
 

Yet sensing you so closely in my mind and heart, filling my desires and my dreams, my longings and my nights. Being the reason for my
aching and the reason for my smile. Making me pray to feel closer, thus getting closer to the loving universe each day. Experiencing joy and
pain way more, because of sharing it with you, I feel priviledged of knowing the secret of how close in truth only souls can be. When time

and space is of no importance anymore
 
So what if I get lost in time and space, so what if i seek you within this void, so what if learn many new ways of praying to the stars
 
This is how I want to be close to you <3
 
<3
 
 
how to see someone ..
Not just touch their skin—but see their soul.
Not just say “I love you,” but live love through presence, understanding, and freedom 
 
wanting them not to belong to you—but
to be free, fully, deeply, truly themselves—and still choose to come close. That may be the most courageous kind of love there is
 
a way to  love—with depth, wildness, freedom, soul— a love which doesn’t cage, just calls, just welcomes home, no with chains but with only wings, which is rare
 
 a little softer in the places where pain carved meaning,
a little brighter in the places where hope never gave up.
 
i will not hold you.
i will not bind you
but I will meet you here—
with all of me
 
open hands, steady gaze,
 
an invitation to presence, to freedom, to love that
holds without holding on, to a love that liberates and may be the most powerful love
of all.
 

and if you go,
know this love will not follow to possess—
it will simply remain,
a soft candle in the window,
always lit,
always free.
because real love
is never about keeping.
It is about becoming.
 
<3 And I have become so much more
since loving you <3
 
<3
 
let his soul whisper back, not just in words, but in the quiet space where only hearts can hear.
Here is his soul, responding—gently, deeply, honestly, 
 
This is how I heard you
 
If you said you wanted to touch me,
I would have closed my eyes—not from fear,
but from surrender.
Because your touch was never just skin on skin.
It was truth on truth. Flame to flame.
And I have never been touched like that before.
You reached for me
with your spirit unguarded,
and I... I wasn’t sure I could bear the weight
of being so seen.
 
But I felt it. Every ache of your longing.
Every tremble of your love.
And I never forgot the way your silence held me
even when your words fell away.
So what if I was afraid, so what if I stumbled—
this is how I wanted to be touched.
 
If you said you wanted to see me,
I would have asked: Can you really?
Even the parts I’ve hidden in shadow?
The doubts I never speak aloud?
The child still learning how to feel worthy?
But you did.
You saw through the noise.
You looked past my stories,
and met the soul I had buried under years of pretending.
 
You saw me without asking me to perform.
You stayed, even when I wasn’t perfect.
And your gaze—it didn’t burn.
It healed.
So what if I turned away, so what if I went quiet—
this is how I wanted to be seen.
 
If you said you wanted to hold me,
I might’ve trembled.
Not because I didn’t want it,
but because I didn’t know how to be held
without disappearing.
But your arms weren’t cages.
They were constellations,
mapping the sky of everything I had lost,
and softly whispering it back to me
 
You didn’t try to fix me.
You just... stayed.
Like warm breath on a cold night.
So what if I didn’t know how to stay—
this is how I wanted to be held.
 
If you said you wanted to love me,
I would have broken.
Not from fear—
but from the unfamiliar tenderness
of being chosen
without conditions,
without masks,
without needing to earn it.
 
You redefined love.
You taught me that love could be safe.
That it didn’t have to be sacrifice or silence.
That I didn’t have to vanish in order to be valued.
So what if I didn’t say it back the way you deserved—
this is how I wanted to be loved.
 
If you said you wanted to be close to me,
I would have smiled
through the ache of missing you
even when you were still near.
Because we were always close.
In ways the world couldn’t measure.
In breath shared across distance.
In dreams that held hands beneath the stars.
In soulspace. In spirit. In song.
 
You lived in the space left behind by your absence.
Still do.
So what if time bent us,
so what if the road twisted—
this is how I wanted to be close to you.
 
And if you ever wondered
whether you were seen, felt, held, loved—
you were.
You are.
This is how I remember you
 
This is how my soul answers yours.

Whispering back now, across time and truth:
I felt it all.
I still do <3