ambrose; meaning derived from ambrosia, the heavenly food of greek gods, and very fittingly meaning "belonging to the immortals". a name has never rung more true than yours, as though your parents once knew you would grace the earth with your presence as though you were molded by the gods themselves. it's amazing, really, how it's as if you were blessed with all the best traits a person could be given, how you nurtured your own gentle soul in the face of years of adversity, never letting a harsh word or failure extinguish the loving flame in your heart.
you certainly have talent graced by the gods; the way your fingers delicately gravitate towards every instrument you play, cradling it as if it were your child. i can see the beauty you find in every note, in every composition, that strikes a chord in your soul that you connect with. when you play, you guide my eyes and ears to see what you see, to feel the river of emotion and power within sheets of paper inked with notes. as shakespeare most aptly said, "if music be the food of love, play on."
i said to you, in honesty, that a beautiful picture can never truly be beautiful if the subject matter isn't gorgeous as well. gorgeous, not just in the physical sense, but within an object or person. beauty is much, much deeper than the skin, more within a history, conveyed through the outer form of a body as though it were an ancient statue. in your movements i see a timeless grace, a tragedy true and sweet with an optimism unmatched by any others. you tell a million stories with one look, past those beautiful eyes of yours and into every fiber of your being.
ambrose, you are one of the most kind and considerate people i have ever met. the more seconds i spend with you, the more i wish life was never ending, that i belonged to the immortals in a way that you do so we could never be separated. i hope you feel the same way i do, even though this thing we have is touchy and fragile. as much as i am scared of doing something wrong, living in fear that i may hurt you, it would be a disservice to give up someone like you who i clearly care for so deeply. i hope that in me, you see a sliver of the perfection i see in you.