We were here, right in this place.
I remember now. Right here.
I remember love. Harsh, heavy and ever-growing,
And we didn't even try to stop it. We couldn't.
This was love, so much a force that even spelling or speaking it's name would destroy plains to make its way back to us.
Love, with flight like butterflies; beautiful, and ripping oceans from a world away.
And beautiful, making no mistakes by prefixing your name, follows you.
Beautiful being so much of you that every doorway you walk through becomes so. I look at you with one eye closed, in case this is a dream in which every sidewalk, every pedal, every wall... becomes you. Every time your stare traces the astros, every star and every moon becomes yours. I remember now. I remember why I jump into the sky every waking moment. I remember why falling was only love. I know now. I'll never forget why my eyes can stand to open. I remember why I have a heart at all. Not to live, but to remember you. To never forget you. For you to tear apart and perfectly place back together. For you.
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."