Saturday, October 11, 2008

With All My Will I Will Love You

When I am sick of you, I tell myself that I chose to pursue you six years ago. I cannot abandon you now even though sometimes I hate you with all of my guts.

I turn on soft music, preferably Adagio from Live365. I create the mood lighting. A candle works wonders--the flame flickers in the corner of my eye as Adagio softly and desperately serenades the romance back to life. I pour you and I a libation. Tonight, it's Rooibos, for our health.

So what if we only spend an hour together? It is better than no time at all. At least I whet my appetite for more of you.

Tonight, I celebrate my love for you with all my tenacity. I will sit here and devour your words. I will cherish this moment. I will do everything necessary to make sure that my love for you does not die, even though there is nothing I want more right now than to leave you forever.

One day, by God's grace, you and I will cross the threshold together. You in my hands as I bow to receive the word that confers me with the three letters that will make you a part of my name for the rest of my life.

8 comments:

adelynne said...

I was thinking, at first, oh goodness... is he talking about his wife?! Then I realised... haha. :) You can do it! Finish this race!

Lonely Dissertator-No-More said...

:-P

Irreligious Philosopher said...

yeah i think now at where i am i can totally understand what you mean... is between hate and love, passion and torture :)

the good news is you are going to finish soon and the bad news is i have a long way to go :(

busterwife said...

beautiful...

Marlan said...

You Have To Go The Distance :)

Lonely Dissertator-No-More said...

Sniff :'-) so much love from everyone!

Heather Floyd said...

Did it just get a little warm in here?! Hot post. The element of the threshold and name-changing is the icing on the cake. I love it.

Anonymous said...

Found you...googling for deductivism in social science....
I just began the strange love affair with the PhD process in June.... It gets harder, not better? That's your message... Oh great!
Keep on...keepin' on Mr. Lonely Dissertator-