Tootsie Pop

Truth of the matter is, I don't actually know you all that well. I know you're sweet and kind. I have some very loose idea of a very small number of ways you may enjoy spending your free time. I know I feel a ridiculous amount of warmth come over me when you smile in my direction. But, that's really it so far.

So how is it I've come to a point where I feel like you're the only thing in this world that is missing from my life? How have I gotten to be so absurdly certain that you are my missing piece?

I know I don't know you, not really. I know that, like all of us, you are a multilayered being. I know I've only ever seen your outer layers, with maybe the tiniest hints of the next layer or two down.

I want to, though. Long to. Need to. I need to peel back those layers, see what lies beneath. But not all at once, no… those outer layers may be sweet, but you're no Tootsie Pop to bite into after three licks. I want to take my time, letting you reveal yourself to me at your pace. Taking those layers off, one at a time… That sweet, kind jacket… that sense of humor shawl… your thoughtful, friendly turtleneck… eventually working my way to that beautiful heart, that core of you that really makes you you. Even if it takes a lifetime. Especially if it takes a lifetime.

Because, if it takes a lifetime… That means I get to spend a lifetime… with you.