I want to be with my Mariposa

I yearn so bad for her.

I yearn so bad for her presence.

For her voice close to my ear.

Her warmth, softness, pressure on my skin.

The softness of her lips on mine, or on my neck.

Her head on my shoulders or chest, or mine or hers.

Her body, without clothes just to feel all of her.

I yearn to be with her.

To embrace her and be embraced by her.

To be in silence and peace with her.

Just be, together.

Feel like everything is right and that we are in our right place.

Because we would be where we belong.

Where we feel safe, seen, understood.

With each other.

Despite every issue, we will figure out, we will thrive.

"We have figured out until now."

"So despite every obstacle, we will keep figuring out."

It's what she says, and it's what I say, when things are rough.

And, despite everything, we always end up right.

We will figure out, as hard as it seems at every step.

We will survive all, as unlikely as it looks with every big issue.

We will heal, as much as I sometimes think we have been permanently damaged.

We will thrive, as impossible as it sometimes seems.

Because we already made it this far.

We will make it further.