it began quietly;
starting with
nervous thumbs,
soft chuckles,
and fuzzy migraines
it grew steadfast;
of joy,
old wounds,
and peeps into the keyhole
it turned away in shame;
of black wool,
accusations,
and fear
it was a wonder when bloomed;
of tears varying in kind,
deep diving,
and quiet confessions
it was
is
flourishing
against the odds
i love you, sweetpea.