I fell in love with you this September.
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Updated 6 years ago,October 20, 2019
Im dress shopping today.
I wish you were here, picking pretty things for me, making me feel beautiful.
Annie Spratt
You always excelled at making me feel beautiful.
I fell in love with you this September.
Everyone wants to be loved.
My eyes probably betrayed me.
Theyve never been able to hold a lie.
Only now do I see all the ways I gave myself away.
Love woven through fingers laced through your hair.
Nestled between my head and your shoulder.
Tucked in each secret I shared.
Exhaled with each laugh and each sigh.
Inhaled with each gasp and each breath of your scent.
Im sure that you knew.
Youd never tell me either way, but in my mind, you love me too.
Our love is a thing I often think about.
Im thinking about it today.
Our love is not the ocean or the sky.
Its not an old oak tree or a stratified rock formation.
Compact, colorless, and easy to misplace.
You once accused me of using words that were too reductive for what we had between us.
When I made it all about sex.
You didnt like that.
You liked the actual sex, just not the name or the label: sex.
Three tiny letters didnt do us justice, did they?
Never to be uttered between us or written in script on a card.
But named, finally.
And felt, certainly.
When you really love someone, you never stop wanting the world for them.
Its a fierce feeling.
That theyll find the things they seek.
That theyll be protected from pain.
That theyll love and be loved, purpose defined.
People often say that there are different kinds of love.
And it makes me realize that maybe we had it right all along with this little word.
Love with its many faces but the same at its core.
Its how youd love your mother, sister, pastor, friend, partner, pet, and child.
And its how I feel about you.
