All Yours

Dearest,

I fear the brush of your fingers along my arms. I fear the gentle way you tuck my hair back when’s it fallen from its place while I’m studying. I fear the way your eye gaze upon me, lingering a little too long.

But…

It’s because I’ve grown so used to the cold that your comforting warmth has become foreign to me. It’s because that piece of hair has been in my way while staring at my screen for so long that I just see around it. It’s because I have never known what it’s like to look someone in the eyes. And instead of seeing myself, I see and feel the deep affection you hold for me piercing through my chest to break apart the walls I’ve built there.

I am no stranger to love and her dance. But I have never been in a dance like the one you have drawn me into.

Soulfully yours <3

P.S. In all honesty, darling, outside of the metaphor, you are a terrible dancer and we’re going to have to change that.