āiāll never know how to sit across from you, and not be madly in love with everything you doā
itās been over a year, now. and yet, sitting on that bench, with sweaty palms and jittery nerves, feels like only yesterday. whoād have thought that an innocent conversation about star wars could have blossomed into something so wholesome, that it fills my heart with a sense of warmth, familiarity, comfort? fourteen months ago, i mustered up enough courage to tell you how i feel, and in that moment, and in so many moments thereafter, my heart whispered, āyou, my friend, are screwed.ā
loving you came rather easily to me. i didnāt have to put in the kind of effort that most people do, because we had that security about each other and about our relationship, but at the same time, i constantly reminded myself to do my best to show you just how special you were. sometimes, that was tougher than expected. but that only gave me an impetus to fight harder. for us. for you, the one i love. no way in hell was i about to let go of something this beautiful.
itās always the ones you least expect, you know? the last people you could possibly think of. theyāre the ones who sweep you off you feet, so subtly and so elegantly, that by the time you notice, itās too late. youāre in too deep.
they say falling in love is easy enough, itās staying in love that takes work. but iāll never know how to sit across from you, and not be madly in love with everything you do.
- S.M. //