No one ever truly means to fall in love.
I looked over at you, interacting with all the people.
I wasn't one to fall in love.
You were like a cold, dark summer night.
After a rain storm.
And one day, the rain made your eyes lucid and full of stories I'd never heard before.
That's when I knew.
Sometimes I ask myself if it's worth all the pain, tears, and fights.
Then I remember that I will never stop losing my breath every time I see you staring back at me.
Or when you look down at me and just stare at my lips. You lift me off my feet like a feather on a bird taking off for flight.
But, that's what you do.
You make me fly.
I grow wings, and you are the only one that can show me how to fly.
If you're a bird, I'm a bird
Right?
The first time you told me you loved me, I could've sworn my lungs stopped working for a second.
I remember I smiled so big the world was only turning for
me and you.
That's how I'll always remember us,
I was a bird,
I could fly on my own, I had the power to fly away.
But I wanted to stay close to home.
You were home.
You were a bee.
You had that sting that felt like a pinch.
But, you were as sweet as honey.
And I loved that.
You were perfect.
We were perfect.
And that's my favorite thing to think about.