When I look into your eyes, I see all but my favorite colors, reminding me of everything but my favorite places.
But I get to share them with you. And I get to take you there.
When I touch your skin, it’s softer than I could ever be.
But you get to feel the callouses from my hard work in trying.
When you speak to me in whisper, it reminds me of the rain.
And I get to feel it, and it washes me, my fingertips reforming to move through it.
Love can be so many things, and you can see it in so many different ways—
I see it in you, in the way you move around me, and the way you talk about your family.
I see it in the way you get excited about adventure, the way your eyes light up and I drown in that glacier blue that floods the space around me.
And you’ve seen it in the way I speak soft and low with my mom, picking up for her and cleaning up little messes.
You’ve opened my eyes in an ocean of ways, seeing things I haven’t seen before, feeling in waves I’m almost unfamiliar with.
I have been the boat, I have been the sea, I have been the lighthouse, and I’ve been the same rocks I’ve crashed upon so many times.
I hope to float in any way I can, as long as I can.
I hope to sink, I hope to swim, I hope to drown I hope to drown I hope to drown.
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JK