I want to write you a trilogy on the stages in which our relationship formed. The first book would be solely based on the day that I stopped treating your text messages like active landmines. Stopped tiptoeing. No longer being afraid of what your affection would do to me once I submit to it. It would be based on the first step I took to stop being so **** afraid. From that very day you've helped me in ways I'll never be able to fully explain. Helped me let go of fear and trepidation, and open my heart to the greatest thing in the world; your love.
The second would revolve around the first time you kissed me. I don't know if you noticed, but my knees buckled like seatbelts and I shook like glass window panes in torrential rain. That day you awoke something inside me that I didn't know existed but I'm so glad you found it. Like a stray kitten I was lost and you brought me back home without questioning where I'd been, and I'll never fully understand why, but I guess it doesn't matter. You've taught me not to overthink things, to just revel in the moment.
The third would be set in here and now. Every forehead kiss and stolen glance sums up to another page, every loving gesture is another chapter. We are creating something people wish they could create for themselves. A love that belongs in museums to teach the world what it really means to give yourself to someone, with no fear, and not a single ounce of regret. To say that you changed my life is an understatement. You altered my way of thinking. Took a broken thing and made it new again. Made me, new again.
And with every word that slips from your lips I am reborn.