I loved you
From the third
Day we met.

I’d say the first,
But society says
There’s something
Wrong with loving
Someone just because
They wore a Star Wars
t-shirt the day they
met you.

So it was the
Third day
For me.

Your tiny smiles
And witty humor
Got me right away.
You didn’t worry
About hurting my
Feelings by poking
Fun at me, even
Though we didn’t know
Each other.

That’s love.

It was in the glint
Of your eyes,
The teeny
Mischievous
Part you don’t
Always show,
That got me.
I knew we’d have
Adventures.

And you liked
The stuff that
I liked, the movies
And music
And being silly
For no real
Reason at all.
That’s love.
You dressed so
Strangely, so
Much like
A kid who
Just didn’t
Care what others
Thought, that
Stick-it-to-the-man
Mindset.

It threw me
For a loop,
Not knowing
What you’d
Really be like.
It made you
Interesting--
Dangerous,
Almost.

That’s love.

So we explored
And dove and
Spelunked
And did all
That crazy stuff
Everyone said
We’d never do.
We did it.

And we fought
And we yelled
But we never hit
And that’s alright
Because everyone
Has to get angry
Sometimes.

But we were okay.
Just okay.
For a long, long
Time.

And then it stopped.

The okay part.

All of a sudden,
There was a lot
Of sadness
And a lot of
Hurt
And I didn’t know
Where to put it
But in so that’s
Where it stayed
And the okay
Parts stopped.

Inside and out.

That’s love, too.

From that third
Day, to the 25th,
To the second month
To our 15th date,
I loved you.
For all the reasons
I said and for
Hundreds more.

But I had to
Let you go.

I had to go
On and you
Had to stay.

And that’s love.

Knowing when
To say goodbye.