There is a book that you
think I only read simply because two
boys fall in love and that
is the kind of story that I like.
But when I read of these
simple things, like falling in love, I can
only think of you as the words
fly down the pages and remind me
of the beginning days, after
the crushes and after the years
down to when we finally knew
what the other person wanted.
These words on the page of a book
feel comfortable and familiar and warm
just as you do.
Because now, we are so
very in love, but there was that
exciting and debilitating and exhilerating
time in which we were not quite
there yet, but we were still
teetering on the edge, and I cannot
describe just how much
I loved that feeling, and I crave
to feel it again. Not with anyone
else, but with you because it was just
so fun to fall in love
I know now how the happy ending
goes, because I live it each day, but these books
transport me back into
our journey that got us where
we are, and there is something
lovely in that idea.