I woke up from a long slumber, to the sound of your voice calling me through the haze. My bare feet flexed slightly under my every step. Like a fawn taking its first wobbly steps into the world around it. Instinct drove me. I was off and there was no turning back.
In my newfound awareness, I decided to write you a letter on every single leaf of the trees surrounding me. Each one a tiny, green papyrus for my heart to speak to you...words. So many words, big...small, all different; yet, they all might as well been a four letter devotion. Love. But I got so busy writing, so busy...Fall crept up on me. Leaves turned yellow...tawny...maroon. Like an falling army of love letters on fire...dead on the ground. Never to be read. You would never know.
I stared at the naked tree trunks, and decided to carve my passion. I drove our initials in with a knife, copying them from my heart onto theirs. Over and over, tracing each curve on the letters, until the lines ran as deep as my adoration of you. I heard laughter around me, noises, music. I felt people come and go. I never looked up from my task, this time it would be permanent. This time you would know. But a silent nudge made me look over my shoulder, and over every heart-wrapped love spell...the world had come and gone...leaving thousands of messages of its own, covering mine with urgency. Dozens of "Come see our band", a handful of "Reward for missing dog", a single "Have you seen this man?", hell...even a "For a good time..." My message buried. You would never know.
The night was sprinting past me. Out of time, I found a big, empty wall...high up on the side of a forgotten building. I climbed, climbed...with cans of paint and a brush hanging off my belt. The city sped by, the stars traveled across the sky, and I? I painted your eyes. Open, deep, loving. I painted mine, peering up at you softly from where your chest would be. The sun signaled the new day's arrival, tinting my image in goldenrod. I stumbled back across the street, on to another rooftop and sank on my heels. Your face looked alive on the wall, and the worship in my eyes...for you...was unmistakable. Loud beeping pierced the morning stillness. The ground rumbled. The crowds gathered. A giant wrecking ball with the word "Life" graffitied on it delivered a single, devastating blow to my mural. It crumbled bricks and eyes and peace and cement into a fine dust, that settled down below. A pile of feelings and history. You would never know.
So. Here I am. Writing Love on a corner of the world wide web. In a place only I can control what's said, where it's displayed, who reads it and where I can pretty much guarantee you will read the message tonight, tomorrow or 100 years from now. If you wake up tomorrow and the whole internet has somehow collapsed onto itself and humanity finds itself at a loss as to what to do without this wonderful mess of messages that connect us...
Well...You will never know, I guess. And I apologize for breaking the internet.