It was bursting inside me!
I needed him to know.
But every time I mustered the confidence
to voice what had been encircling my brain,
I was once again burdened
when only a small breath was released from my lips.
He's just so soft,
yet when I lay next to him I feel only security.
Soft, strong security.
Like the most comfortable bed
that allows you to continue dreaming during a hurricane.
He answers all of my questions;
my pointless, curious questions.
And when he answers them
he never makes me feel
like asking if anyone would notice
if everything in the universe grew three sizes
is an unimportant question.
His tales of the world and war take me to different places
which my spontaneous mind,
always looking for an escape from daily monotonies
really needs.
He is my escape.
Right here at home,
right here with him.
I escape, and dream, and smile.
I needed him to know all of this,
but he is a man that likes to get to the point.
And I felt these small words would make him understand.
It started deep, deep down inside me,
in a place I hadn't even known existed.
And with each passing moment
got nearer to my lips.
Yet again, the tiniest breath escaped.
So I grabbed his hand and thought to myself,
"maybe tomorrow"
as if one days time would give me the courage.
So I intertwined our fingers,
and squeezed his hand.
Hoping that it would be enough to make him see
that I thought he was the most magnificent person
I'd ever met.
As I closed my eyes, and silently admitted defeat,
I felt his breath on my neck
followed by the words
"I know,
and I love you"
