I remember when I first met him,
he made me smile when the clouds were grey.
He didn't leave when I yelled and yelled.
He had made the decision to stay.
All the other boys had left me,
but he said he believed that I
was the one he wanted to be there for
on days where I'd only cry.
He was always there to listen
when all I did was complain and rant.
The other boys were snowflakes,
but I swear he was an avalanche.

His love continued to consumed me,
and I felt frozen in my place.
His eyes were as bright as stars
if not brighter than the ones in space.
He held my hand tightly,
lacing his fingers perfectly between mine.
He would say, "Tell me what's wrong."
no matter how many times I replied with "I'm fine."
I remember when he whispered he loved me
and immediately after, he kissed my skin.
He told me I made him happy
and I realized I'm only happy when I'm with him.
The other boys are snowflakes;
there wasn't much to be proud of,
but I swear he was an avalanche
and I continued to sink deeper in his love.