Eight months ago
It came tumbling out
"Do you want to by my girl?"
The sweat of fear rolled down my back
It was silent for a moment,
But then you whispered, "yeah"
My heart jumped
It jumped as if its life depended on it
I had no idea what to say
I seem to not when I'm around you.

I remember when
I like you
Turned to
I love you
I remember thinking to myself
"Is it too early?
Will she think I'm too attached?"
I remember when I gave you that envelope, filled with the love that I had poetically composed for you.
And all you said was
"you're sweet"
I was discouraged.
I didn't say it again.

I remember the night you called me;
I had just left you so it was a surprise
You said you forgot to tell me something, that you were avoiding it
"I love you"
All I could do was reply mutually.

I remember when you told me of your depression
I truly knew not what to say
What was there to say?
I quickly learned that sometimes silence
Is better than
ignorant speech
And that holding you was the best form of therapy, because to know that you're special is all that you needed.

I remember much of these past months
You are always in my mind
You are never too much
And I have not regreted it once
I love you
And I don't plan on that changing.