How could I call you mine? Even if I wasn’t turned off by the phrase and its implications of owning another as opposed to loving another free soul… Even then, it would be impossible for me to ever call you mine.
Because you are you… The most beautiful, amazing and unpredictable person I have ever met. I am in awe of your many twists and turns, your dark alleys and joyful light-filled rooms. You are a beautiful enigma… A stunning mandala… A surprising labyrinth.
To call you mine would be to cage something whose essence lies in its freedom… whose beauty depends on its ability to fly, jump, sing and roar… And so I’m content to watch you grow and explore as we exist together in a state of beautiful entropy.