I'm starting to realize
I cannot breathe without you.
I stare into the abyss
that is your brown eyes,
and I desire
to lose myself
in everything that is you.
Inhale...
Exhale...
These are things
I have to remind myself to do.
Breathing is hard—
a new experience,
but one I'm willing to struggle with
as long as I'm struggling
to breathe for you.
These last couple of days,
waking up
and falling asleep
next to you,
have been wonderfully blissful.
Dare I say it?
I won't.
I couldn't.
Dammit, I shouldn't.
I feel like
I'm floating above the clouds
just thinking about you.
And when I close my eyes
and you're next to me,
my body feels at peace.
Sleep takes hold,
and my mind just releases.
You are
the best gift
God could've bestowed upon me.
You are my sun,
my moon,
and all my stars
in the in-between.
When your smile is lit,
your whole body glows,
sending my body into shock—
because who would've known
I'd melt with every touch?
I'm still oh so nervous,
and my heart flutters
with just a kiss.
Our love for each other
came quietly,
yet quick.
But each day,
I choose
to love you out loud...
yet privately.
And when you know...
you just know.
The moments
we aren't in contact,
I miss you.
I often wonder to myself,
what could she possibly be doing?
The impulse to call
and bother you—
an urge I fight,
and occasionally lose to.
I'll choose you over sleep,
I'll choose you before I eat,
I'll keep choosing you
until it becomes second nature.
I'll play my position
until you're ready
to upgrade to the real thing.
You make me want to sing.
However—
(even here, words falter,
because loving you
is both everything
and beyond what I can say.)
So I'll keep loving you,
breathing you in,
choosing you—
again and again—
until loving you
feels as natural
as breathing.
