Morning Sun | #wattpride

morning sun

Whilst I ran through the field of flowers, chasing the laughing girl in front of me I felt the sudden wind of ease and safety touch my skin, letting it go right through me and touch my heart. I stopped right in my tracks, just to take in the beautiful picture I had right in front of me. It felt as if it came straight from a film, or a dream. The morning light was clear and warm and the soft breeze made everything slowly move, gently waking the nature surrounding us up from it's heavy sleep. If I could just freeze this moment for all eternity, I would.

This was what love was supposed to be like, feel like. This was how our love was supposed to be portrayed: warm, gentle, caring and soft.

Soft like the brown hair that was falling down her shoulders, soft like her voice.

Warm like her comforting embrace that makes me feel so calm and so happy. Like when we are laying in my bed and I'm reading a book aloud for her while she's snuggling into my neck, and I'm kissing her forehead and cheeks before she falls asleep.

Gentle like when she took care of my grazes after I fell with my bike on our second date, kissing my knee and making sure that everything was okay before putting a small, pink band-aid on it.

Caring like her.

"Hey, angel are you alright?" she asked me, looking right in my direction. She was tilting her head to the side and smiling softly. "Yes, yes, it's perfectly fine," I answered, walking towards her and taking her small hand in mine.

Lesbian love. I had struggled with the words, flinched at the mention of them and scrunched my nose. It had always felt wrong, like something that wasn't right. I never thought I would be able to describe my love with those words, I had felt comfortable with everything but lesbian. Sapphic, wlw, queer.

But she had changed that mindset of mine. She made me face my troubles with the word and she made realise that I had been wrong, and I was no longer afraid of the meaning of it.

Lesbian love was the most beautiful, heartwarming pair of words that i knew. I didn't ever want to be without her, without her soft touch and admiring gaze for even a short second. She made me feel alive, as if all the problems I had would just dissapear. Because I was holding the most precious, important thing in my life in my bare hands. Her. Her love meant everything and anything and I never ever wanted to let go.

The summer morning was beautiful and quiet. We were far away from the big city and the gray scale of buildings. It felt as if we had travelled back in time, hiding from the rest of the world. But I didn't feel afraid of what people would think or say about what we had.

Her soft fingertips touched my arm, causing butterflies to fly freely in my stomach. I looked over at her and smiled. "You know that you bring out the best in me, right?" I asked. Her smile grew. "As a matter of fact, I do," she said, pulling me towards her. I gently kissed her lips, resting my forehead against hers and closing my eyes. "Even when I do this," she said, poking her fingers in my ribs. I let out a scream, she knew exactly where I was tickly and even though i hated the feeling I couldn't help but laugh. I loved her with every little cell in my body.

She sat down next to me in the grass. "You are my sun," she said. I rolled over on my side to look at her as she spoke. "You make me feel warm even when there's a storm outside and I know you're always there, casting a shadow that makes the moon shine so bright in the night. And I go to sleep every single night knowing that you will be there the next day, shining as bright as the day before, it's the best feeling in the world," she was almost whispering. It was the most beautiful wording I had ever heard. I was quiet for a long time before I spoke, because everything I had ever wished for and everything I would ever need was right in front of me. I had to collect myself and tell her about the euphoric state I was in, right here, with her.

"Amor meus amplior quam verba est," i whispered in her ear. My love is more than words.