I loved you when I met you, but my mind and body had to catch up with my soul.
I felt it, the wave of your spirit. It reached out into me and grabbed me by the insides, and I knew. I connected with you spiritually, but it was so much more than that.
I wanted to know every part of you. It’s the reason why I asked you question after question, bringing you to the brink of insanity every afternoon, because the lack of knowledge I had about you brought me there every night.
You see, I would lay my head down to sleep, and suddenly, I would see your face. I wanted to know more. I wanted to know the secrets that were behind your blue eyes. They were so fucking blue.
I wanted to tell you that I knew I loved you before I met you, but I played the Savage Garden song over the speakers instead.
Those words are always the hardest to say, and there’s a reason for that. Honesty isn’t the best policy when your heart is on the line.
I had so much to lose with you, but I knew that with one brave leap, I could have it all or lose it all. Instead, I stayed quiet.
Lucky for me, you didn’t.
The second our mouths touched I knew that all the potential I imagined was right in front of me. I knew then that the leap would be worth it.
Trading whiskey sweet breaths between soft kisses was the reassurance I needed. The silence that filled the thick air, the smog of lungs, traveling up and over us, told the story that we had both been holding back.
Every glance had a purpose, but we refused to see it.
Every small touch, a sign.
Every time we were alone, the magnetism in the air as we waited for something to happen was telling us everything we needed. If we would have only chosen to pay attention.
But instead, we ignored it.
But that’s okay.
Every I love you said too soon made up for it.
Every naked embrace made up for it.
It was all part of our journey. And I’m glad to have made it with you.