Love, for me.
Love Love, For me, Didn’t arrive with all the fanfare and hullabaloo, the butterflies, and the certainty that this was the one. Love, For me, Arrived at spring after party, Unassuming, Keen to understand, how my mind works, How my eyes shine when I talk about passion-all kinds. Love, For me, Was Late-night drunken walks home, The number left on a bedside notepad, Weekend burger joint rundown and pizza and watching "the office." Love, For me, Was a NY summer story, Maybe, too much too soon, or, Maybe, it was the cross-Atlantic move. Love for a while was, Begging, crying, and wanting to be loved, but from a distance, Just this one last time before I came back home to him, Love, For me, Was doing the distance, Loving someone with everything, So far, yet so close So certain yet so undecided, Uprooting one's self for someone, Yet, the fear, the maybes, took years to be undone. Love, For me, Was learning to trust the process, In letting him in and being let in fully...
