I Told

I told my mom about you.

Not very much, not about… this. But, about you.

I couldn't help it. It just came out. Like I'd been itching to talk about you.

Because I've been itching to talk about you. Since forever.

I realized it wasn't the first time, but… in the past it's always been “so-and-so and so-and-so's mom”. Always while relaying a story about the kids. But this time I spoke your name to her (then, as an aside, “…so-and-so's mom…”). I was telling her about our weekend. You know, our weekend. Your party. The movie. It was in the context of telling her about how cohesive our neighborhood is, how we've really started to connect with our neighbors, all that good stuff. But I couldn't help it, I told her about you, specifically.

And then I told her about that other neighbor… About pushing that thing down the street from his house, and how I'll be using it. You know… To deflect a bit.

Before turning around and telling her about camping with you next month.

Lol. Well.

I'd been wanting to tell her about you for a while now, and I guess now I have… Would love to tell her a lot more about you someday soon. Would love to introduce you to her someday, too. But for now… that was probably enough. Maybe too much.

I hope you don't mind that you're always just on the tip of my tongue… that I'd take any excuse, any at all, to talk about you. That it's getting more and more difficult to hold it all in…

…sort of, I like to imagine, how maybe you just couldn't help but to bring up that we have a “thing” at your party…

Oh, love. I love you so much, such that just thinking of you fills my entire being with the warmest of glows. You are the sun and the moon and the stars. My one in a million, my all, my everything. I love you.

Cheesily yours, forever,
♒️