When I fell in love with you the first time I was still a fragile flower child with too much glass under my skin for anyone to touch me without hurting themselves, but you showed me that there was also sunlight in my veins and it was warm and golden and it lasted all summer long.

When I fell in love with you the second time, winter was nearly over and my blood was full of glass again but the moment we touched it turned to ice and melted away. I don’t know why you keep getting close enough to touch me and I don’t know what any of this means but I cannot wait to find out, I cannot wait to fall for you again and again and again.