we are in love
and it is the best and worst thing that can happen
it is a countdown, even when we’re not apart
we wait as months become weeks and weeks become days, hours, minutes, seconds until you’re here or i’m there
i am not the person you met late May
nor are you the you of August days
and we are strangers of December’s breeze
love fluctuates
love jumps
love twirls then races
love laughs, and hides and screams
love sleeps
sometimes, love rests
that is the truth
you are my whole world
perhaps i’ll always be afraid of saying that
what spontaneous luck
it is exciting to see you grow
and both of us grow and change together
growing without growing apart
or changing without it scaring the other person
i guess that’s all i wish for
this eternal disarrangement, this comfort, this warmth, you and me
what i would choose to not lose this