Loving You…

Loving you wasn't a choice.

It was thrust upon me.

When you walked into my life, a slow burn started. A countdown, quietly ticking away in a back corner of my heart.

Until one day, several years in, you looked at me… just… so.

And the alarm went off.

Everything I ever thought I knew went right out the window.

I'd loved before, of course.

But not like this. Never like this.

It occurred to me today, it's been nearly three years since the last day of my life where I didn't think of you. Three years of loving you from afar. Three years, during which this love has only ever grown. Especially since we started spending a lot more time together. Whoever advised me that the quickest way to “cure” myself would be to get to know you better was a fool. You are exactly what I thought you were. And any surprises? Have only made me love you more.

Oh, my sweet girl, what are we to do?

I don't think I can hold this in much longer. But the path to each other is no more clear than it's ever been. But if I wait for that path to be clear…

I may never get to tell you.

And besides… Many hands makes light work, right? Maybe clearing that path would be easier if we work on it together.

Maybe.

Yours affectionately and always,
♒️