"That which you manifest is before you."

for-you-whoever-you-may-be:

I hear your voice and smile. Although it doesn’t take more than a second for your biochemical signature to dance across my neurons and elicit that smile, I linger in chemical the idea of you. I remember how your hand felt on my back the very first night I slept in your bed, I remember how I felt the night we sat on my front porch and got drunk, I remember the way your voice sounded when you said “I love you” back to me on September 25th. Every thought, every memory is pleasantly twisted with the biochemical signature my brain has assigned you, but I can’t figure out how this feeling can occur from that simple, yet terribly complicated mechanism. This love is so much more than your chemical signature flowing form axon to neuron across my brain. 

If anything could convince me that God exists, it would be this love.