It seems as if every time my lips get used to being alone,

your lips get lonely.

And every time my arms return to my sides,

your arms start reaching out.

And, every time I give up on love,

you become a romantic.

Dearest,

Where are you? I want you here. Now. I don’t want to wait any longer.  I want you to wrap around me your arms that feel like home.  I want your presence to be announced by my heart’s pounding against my ribcage.  I want to open my door to you, open my body to you, and open my life to you.  I want your lips pressed against mine so that I can taste the rest of my life.  I want your fingers entwined with mine so that the puzzle of my life can finally be completed. I want you.

Tonight it was different, you were different.

It was as if you were only just meeting my body.

Your lips didn’t know where mine started and our tangling bodies were clumsy.

And your eyes, they were eager to explore my body even though you have seen it a thousand times.

Maybe this time really is different.

Maybe this time it is right.