A year ago today, I spoke of love with secret lips. Wondering what it would be like if I could sweep you off your feet and out of your bad situation to show you a better world that included me. I wondered if it was wrong to tell someone you loved them if they weren't alone.
For you...I'm glad I did.
Since that time, there have been many nights of silent longing, hopeful wanting, pain from distance, silence and repentance, intimacy and connection. I've kissed your lips, like I said I would, loved you like I promised I might, and thought of you with open heart and open mind.
It's been a long year from "just so you know, it's you" to where we are now. A long year of love and pain and strife. A long year, that I wasn't sure would end here.
It's not hard to reiterate these feelings for they have been strong and I'm sure you're tired of hearing it by now. But an anniversary such as this should be cited, even if it doesn't mean much in the long run.
A year ago we weren't much, just friends talking about a fantasy future, conversations where I made you blush and wish for me never to stop.
Now things are a little different.
We tried our hand at something and it wasn't what we had planned, but we both got something out that I think we needed. In a different life it would have been all the things we wished and hoped and dreamed it would or could be, but here we got what we did. and that's okay.
I got to be with you, which is what I wanted. I just hope you got what you wanted as well.
A year from now things will likely be starkly different. Whether that means we are more or less than we are at this moment I can't say. I do know that things will undoubtedly change as they always do. It changed from being nothing to something, so it will change again.
Here's to another year.
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