it’s been something magical, having my days filled to the brim with you. i've always wanted to have that special love that keeps two people utterly infatuated for longer than a month, a love that makes the butterflies in your stomach stop flapping their pretty little wings, not because the novelty is gone, but because the comfortability of their touch evaporates nerves like cotton candy on your tongue at age five. and man, did i feel the nerves at the start. calling my mom on the way to your house, that July 9th. my summer dress with all of the dainty, colorful flowers on it. six hours later, nothing except a profound readiness washed over me. dancing around my apartment, i was enchanted to meet you. i still have trouble holding your gaze sometimes. seeing that look of intrigue, of comfort, of awe...it's what i've dreamed of, gazing out of car windows and those long nights with a pen in my hand. i wouldn't want it from anyone but you now. i wouldn't want to go back to daydreams now that i know how much better reality can be. still, i must say: how lucky we are that our paths crossed so effortlessly, how we didn't have to go out of our way to find each other. how lucky that both of our relationships didn't work out (though i am sorry you went through that). how lucky that you didn't let me push you away. how lucky that i was bold enough to make that first move. how lucky how lucky how lucky. i love you more than the price of luck itself. i'd move chance, personified, to get you all over again.
