Lu Unfiltered

Category: Love

  • 354

    is a really,great number. That’s howmany days, Ihave looked atyourbeautiful face,and thought: this guy. This guyhas been the sourceof so manyunexpected things… Genuine kindness,crazy humour,snoring noisesat 4.02am.Yet herewe are, and asI look at youwhen you sleep,I cannotimagine beinganywhere elsethan near you. Yes, you whenyou’re grumpy.Yes, you whenyou’re distractedand not listening.Yes, you whenyou’re impatientand I’m flappingaround.…

  • And there

    you are.Bright andshinyfor the worldto see.A menschto beappreciated,admired,and bya lucky few,loved. Trophies enoughthere aren’t,to commendyour character,gentle nature,hidden behindbluster, of course,and tenacity. I’m oftensurprised byyour deepdetermination.Your doggedcan do, and yourzest in doingso, inpushingthrough. There’s much, Iwish tolearnfrom you.To grasp thegift, ofyour coaching,your keeneye,your subtlenudging. You expectmuch, of me, inthe applyingof myself. Andunderthis scrutinyIflourish,mostly, foryour gift isin…

  • Early Days

    and dopaminehighs,yet wepersist. Things changeshape and therhythm ofour sharedlife changesgears. Yet herewe are.Content,smittenand temptingfate as sheholds herblood staineddouble-edged sword. When willshe comefor us my love?Time willtell. Yet perhapsthis time,she’s on our side?For shehas seen thepaths wetravelled toget tothis placeof respiteand comfort.This placeof everydaybliss,and perhaps,just perhapsshe has biggerfish to fry,than us. I look atyou in marvel,your…

  • I’m sorry

    I’m here forsomeoneelse.Only I’mnot.I’m here tobe fully consumed,by you. To be held,to be nurtured.To be in awe of.And to gasp at.To bea source ofgreat amusement,even comedy.To beconfused by,to be lovedby,to befully me.With allthe weird danglybits. And thefeelings,and the big laughs,and the contemplationand uncertainty.And joyousabandon. I’m hereto be.Withyou. ~Lu

  • I’m feeling

    somewhat outof sortstoday.There’s a dullache. Nothingthat needsmedical attentionof the official kind.Instead,it’s my heart. She’snot quiteherself. Despitethe extra sleep, andstretching out acrossthe entire bed.Despite eatingall the chocolatemyself, without needingto share.Despite watchingexactly what I wantedwithout having tonegotiate and compromise. See,I seem to havemisseda trick here.The wonder ISin the compromise,in the negotiation,in the figuring outhow two bodies shareone…

  • I’m frightened

    and as Iwrite this,even more so.For I believethat wespeak thingsinto life.And this includesbad things. What frightens meis that youwill somehowdisappear, get lostor take yourself offto somewhere else,indefinitely.And more so,the prospect thatyou will simplyslip away slowly,your marvelousnessleaking through mygrasping fingers.The slow smoulderto death, throughinattentiveness,and that age-oldpassion killer: takingsomeone for granted. These are thethoughts thatkeep me up…

  • Everyone really

    does needa Hugoin their life. That voice,often finding youdeepinthe wilderness,guiding you backto the bestpossible reality.The unashamedobserver ofyour trueand ultimatesparkle. The giverof the most gloriousfree gifts…Like kindness,and time.A cozinessthat is bothcomfortingand turn-on levelmanliness. Grown menwith poodles,really shouldrule the world.And don’t justtake myword for it.Find theright Hugofor your ownlife…and watch as themagic unfolds. ~Lu

  • So this is

    what itfeels liketo be loved.To be wanted.To be trulyseen,appreciated,and savoured. Beauty isindeedin the eye of thebeholder, andthere’s a lotto be said to bein the sightsof a soft, generouseye. Love isinteresting.And being lovedeven moreso.It’s notwhat I thoughtit was going to be.There’s more teeth,and more softness.There’s variety,and wild abandon,and trust.And stillness,and eyegazing,and wonder. It’s the everydayness ofa…

  • You are

    a part ofme now.So the physicalityof missing you hasshifted,in not so subtle ways.It’s no longera gentle, idealistic longing,nope.It’s a visceral need,and when deprivedof your gloriouscompany, andattention,it’s similar tothe discomfort ofa missing limb.Its memory throbbing,as I stumble ormiss-clutch along,unsteady and unsure. My nakednessand dependence.For all tosee.Complimentaryanddiscomforting.Growing day by day.Real.Powerful.And potentiallyheartbreaking. Here we are.Both insidethis new norm,a…

  • There is

    a certainjoy,a certain luxuryto being truly seen.And fully experienced.By someonewho perhapsa few minutes,days, weeks or evenyears agohad been anot-so-perfect-stranger. These simplyamazing creatureswho cross ourlife paths somewhathaphazardly a best,and creates a tsunamiof events oreven feelings,at worst. Only it’s not worse.It’s so much better,to have the opportunityto spend timewith thesespecial people. They are fabulouslyflawed, just likeyou.And they…