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,

Evening walks, chit chats about philosophy, future, climate, corporate America, family, and everything in between,

And, Finding our true selves and growing.

Love, 

For me,

Arrived Unassumingly,

Later than expected,

Different than what I had romanticized,

Willing to embrace the good, bad, and ugly.

Love for me,

Came slowly,

Evolved rapidly,

Stayed by my side quietly,

And Love decided to stay.