When we first began to fall in love,

flocked by belly butterflies and stuttered surprises

disbelieving we truly desired each other,

I

realized I liked you more than a crush,

realized you weren't just a bubbly rush

of hormones and lust,

you were something above.

Something sweet, something pure

something I never wanted to get over.

And when people asked what I would trade

for everything you gave,

I replied in blissful laughter

nothing in the world.

 

When we settled into a sympathetic serenity,

comfortable with our intwined bodies,

naked or clothed, ugly or beautiful,

I

discovered I could be content the way I am,

discovered you enjoyed me for all I was

beneath this skin, goose bumped by your touch.

You made me feel I was enough.

Enough to be yours,

enough to claim you as my own.

And when people asked what I would trade

for everything you gave,

I murmured the love drunk slur of words

nothing in the world.

 

When we began to take each other for granted,

when you wept and I ranted,

when I'm sorry was more common than I love you,

and a kiss goodbye was a less pleasure than pain,

I

knew I'd stay, through and through,

knew that even hell was heaven with you,

for every salty sleepless night,

every emotion draining fight,

I was madly, head over heels, free falling for you.

I love you.

And when people asked what I would trade

for everything you gave

for the sadness and the hate,

the depression and the burdened weight,

with arms glued around you I fiercely would state,

nothing in the world

nothing in the world.

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