Two months in, as happy and exciting as the first day.
Two months in, and I no longer look at you with the same eyes.
I see the beyond the physical beauty that won my attraction, into so much more.
I peel back each layer.
My eyes look.
Into the future of us, happy, strong, established, resilient against time and all odds.
My lips kiss.
Past the walls built up from lovers and disappointments past into vulnerability that, to me, does not make you weak, but only strong for persisting through what you have.
My hands hold.
Tight, fingers laced, between delicate hands that no longer have to be empty, or useless, for they find meaning in being the only things that keep me grounded, two feet on the floor.
My mind expands.
You have become like my favorite book. I could read you over and over again and find something new to appreciate and be in awe of each time. With the turn of every page, I come to learn that limits are boundless, and together we understand there is always more to learn about each other and of the world.
My heart beats and my smile grows.
As we grow together, showing me that this, what we have, why I wake up each morning, is beyond a mere physical attraction, but a meaningful, worthwhile partnership where the full potential of each entity is being strived for.
Each part of me, all of me is affected by you. You’ve found your way, even to the darkest corners of my heart and mind, bringing us to the realization that this love is more than skin deep. It is built on layer upon layer of understanding, of thirst to learn more, of love beyond the minds limits.
Two months in, and already, I see the rest of my life.