One day, things will be very simple for us. We won’t have to live with this I miss you so much feeling for days at a time. You will be there when I rise and I will be there when you fall. The sweet kisses we share send chills up and down my spine; do you know you’re the only one who coulld ever do this to me? You’re the only one. Simple. We are infinite in moments we have each other. Do you realize that? You have to. Our noses smash into each other and our lips touch and how much touching does it take to realize that no one in this entire world, entire universe, entire anything will ever know you how I do? How much touching does it take to know that no one will look at me the way you do when we’re at a stoplight? My heart gets heavy when we are apart. Do you know that? For every minute we’re not together I lose a little more of myself. When you come around, it is found. I am found. I am whole again. You kiss my forehead you kiss my cheeks I kiss your eyelids I kiss all around your face. I am not afraid of anything anymore. I am not afraid to cry in front of you anymore. How many touches did it take for you to know my bones? To know the curves of my body, the curves of my waist, the curves of my arms, the curves of my face? How many touches did it take for me to leave my handprints on your heart? I know we are not perfect and I know we hurt each other. I know it gets hard sometimes with the jealousy, the insecurites, the problems, everything. We can never promise not to hurt each other. But we can promise to never leave. We can promise that though we will continuously hurt each other over and over and over again, we will stay. We will stick around because that’s what love does: it forgives. And when people are in love, they stick around. We hurt because we’re human. That will never change. We feel the pain because we are alive. That will never change, either. But I will thank you for everything you give me; the good feelings and the bad. The joys and the pain. I will thank you for making me feel something, making me feel fragile, building me up and breaking me down and healing me over and over again. I will teach you new things, you will teach me new things. We will learn from each other. And though things will get harder, we won’t leave. Because that’s what people who love each other do. They stick around.
I know “baby” is overused, but I will always call you baby. You are something to be cared for and nurtured and loved. You are forever my baby.