How do I explain to you
Why I think I love you more
When it's a conglomeration of the little things

Like the fact that I finally feel good enough
Like I don't need to change.

The fact that whether I like it or not,
My plans have started shifting.

I've never been so scared of feelings.
Never been so unsure of the future,
Watching it approach faster than it ever has before
All the while holding your hand
And thus feeling secure.

I really don't want to compare you to her
And really, you make it easy for me not to.
Because this is so different than the last time.