to the boy who brought me flowers on a random thursday morning,
i thank you.
they are sunset orange
like my favorite shirt of yours,
the one that's a little long in the arms
and cradles me like i'm about to break.
there were small fuchsia ones, too--
some half-bloomed
some not yet
some completely opened up,
beautiful petals unfurling like
they forgot they'd ever been closed.
...sound familiar?

to the boy who brought me flowers on a random thursday morning,
i adore you.
the thought of a boy who likes me enough
to sit down and handcraft me a bouquet of flowers just because he knows it'll make me happy
is one thing,
but to have that boy be you
is something completely different.
appreciation like i've never felt before--
you never leave me wondering
if the feelings are really there.

to the boy who brought me flowers on a random thursday morning,
i love you.
thank you for showing me the beauty
in being treated right.
-a.c.b

to be perfectly honest with you,
i'm scared.
i'm scared of a lot of things, actually--
dark rooms and creaky floorboards and losing my loved ones and sharks and haunted houses and tarantulas
but love, i'm scared of losing you.
it's been one month since you've been introduced into my life
and already
my future has been rearranged to fit you in it--
the unconditional love i've been craving.
but i can't stop thinking about the "what if"s,
can't stop buying into the stolen glances
and hushed tones
when we walk down the hallway together hand-in-hand,
a single baritone voice stands out above the whispers says
"i didn't know he liked girls like that."
the word gay
the word ******
circling through my mind like baby what if
we get six months into this thing
and i'm madly in love with you
and you decide
he can love you better?
it's not a specific him,
but the pronoun itself,
the entity, the intangible.
baby what if
my love just isn't enough for you,
my words or my heart or my body--
what if i'm not good enough for you?
you are different; you are special
and you deserve only the best,
only happiness in its truest form.


but baby what if
you no longer find that happiness in me?
-a.c.b

With you I am both larger than life,
and steady enough to walk alone.

it still feels like a dream, honestly.
the thought of your lips on mine,
hands on my waist,
my hands placed on your chest.
i felt your smile through your kiss,
got to taste just how happy i make you
and that, my dear
is the best thing i’ve ever tasted.
-a.c.b

and he said
“love, of course
you’re in my perfect day.”
he paused.
“you are my perfect day.”
-a.c.b