I love you.

And I knew I loved you when you snuggled me in close- crossed your legs over mine,

our legs were intertwined like branches on a tree.

Your love was so sweet, always left a good after taste on my tongue,

I never had to savor your love because I knew you always had more to give- I was thankful.

I’ve been broken before, so you’ve seen what brokenness looks like,

but you’ve seen this body full of scars and you love with enough ease to mend them.

You whisper sweet nothings into my ear,

and you make good on every promise.

I remember telling you that loving me was a war I would not be able to prepare you for but there is no fighting, no need for shields or armor,

we love softly- like loving carelessly has no consequences, we love like the world has given us every ounce of our innocence back.

We give parts of ourselves that we used to be ashamed of and the parts we used to hide behind walls we used to build so high, we love so nakedly and raw.

Our love, leaves me speechless,

is so sweet and so serene.

And you take your hand in mine, you drive, not telling me where were going- but the destination has never mattered.

All I do is look at the road ahead of me,

anticipating the arrival of wherever your heart decides to take us,

and all you say is “With a smile, do you promise to say nothing more?”