I wrote this before I knew you.
The delicate pounding of the rain against the window pane calms my nerves slightly. My heart jumps and swoops and dances as I hear you stirring, but it calms. And it begins beating like the rain on the glass. You walk into the foyer. Our bed sheets are wrapped messily around your smooth hips and your dark hair sticks up in all directions. You frown at my body curled up in the window box, forehead...
I won’t sugarcoat. I never have. This is far too semisweet. I’ve never been one to imagine for the sake of the shock.
Don’t make my ears listen to what my eyes can’t see. Seeing is believing, and I refuse to concede.
Thank you. For not letting me run scared, and for continuing to make me wake up every morning with a smile on my face. How I got here, I don’t know. All I know is that I want to stay.