To my Lover
You count the days, you count the seconds. You mark down every little event with tokens of proof. A box full of what one may say is useless junk. A paper band. 3D glasses from Cinemark. Something so petty no other would understand. Behind these objects are memories, heart-felt and important to you. The first day, the bands of joy and fun around our wrists. Any drawing sent to you is wrapped nice and tight and hidden away in this special box. For one it might seem useless, annoying. To us its the truest, most sincere form of love and safety. You give me memories.
You do everything to keep me safe. I cringe, scream, and cry as the world surrounds me, people bumping to and fro against me and others. I hide my head, trying to scream out the voices that call insult. You grab my sleeves, force them behind me. Tie them there to make my hoodie cling nice and tight. You don’t stop there. You hug me nice and tight and whisper sweet things. Loving things. Words of encouragement and safety. Words of love. I’m nervous and anxious to the touch, yet you make me hold your hand when the world is against us. You give me strength.
You change for me. You block out your past, your misfortunes. You quit the drugs, you stop the abuse. You push away old friends who fill their lungs with tainted smoke. You ensure the cruel fluid never touches me. You kiss my wounds and remind me I am beautiful. You give me breath.
You take me to places I haven’t been in so long. You bring back old memories of sad childhoods. You bring back the good, and the bad. But you echo the words of happiness in my ear and bring out a laugh. You do everything to make me have fun and laugh with pure joyous intent. You give me hope.
You have done so very much for me, my beloved. I miss you, although our last date was only this past night. I miss your nagging texts. I can’t wait until you rise, my love. I can’t wait to pour my heart onto your palms so you can warm it with your sweet words. I love you.
I love you.
I love you.