I can’t remember when I stopped being me,
And he stopped being him,
And we became “us”

I remember when we called ourselves enemies:
How his lips twitched up menacingly with every snarl, promising more the next time I crossed him.
how he used to flick his hair over his shoulder when he looked over his shoulder at me,
His stupid nicknames, that existed solely to provoke a reaction that I was all too happy to give to his beautiful face.

I remember when we were a little bit more:
How he would yell every time I beat him at Mario Kart.
How he teased me when he took me to the beach for the first time and I tried to taste the sand,
When ordered for me in French when I wasn’t sure what to get.

I remember when we were unmistakably more:
When I felt indescribable as his hands traced a seam on my sweater.
How he shone at golden hour, coated in gold and looking like God’s gift to the sinners.
How his eyes flashed to me whenever there was something, anything, just slightly off
How he knew everything I thought without telling him.
He held my life in his hands, almost letting me fall but always catching me just in time
I was honest with him and he trusted me

And even when golden hour passed
And hour gaming console broke
And he cut his hair
And he stopped going to the french restaurant by the sea with me
He still loved me
And I had his love tattooed on my heart