But before I existed somewhere else Swathed in my chrysalis terrified of what I might be if I ever dared to leave. To tear down that last protection.
Because no one had ever asked for anything more than my words.
I’m sorry I couldn’t seem to fathom it had been real. I suppose that’s what happens when you spend so much time believing that no one sees you. Transparency in my chrysalis that you were breaking through.
Your lips on mine, Promising that you could like every part of me. That you did like every part of me. And not in spite of who I was, who I am. But because of who I am.
When you kissed me, everything changed.
I couldn’t hide anymore. I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t feeling all of the things you were feeling. I became a kind of vulnerable I had never been before and somehow I was not afraid.
I was safe with you. Your lips, that whispered all of my favorite words and sang all of my favorite songs and taught me to tell a new kind of story one where I could say “we” instead of “me” without ever worrying that you would leave me standing alone.