everything.

God took his time on you...on this...on us. 

I know it’s true because, before you, it was hell. 

A hell I had to go through. 

A hell that gave me my name, but hell nonetheless. 

I really thought I could never do it again. 

Time and time again people left, hurt, and never said a word. 

But you’re here. 

Even though I don’t like to talk about the past (my way of leaving it there)

You have to know what this means. 

I’ll be okay no matter what, 

but you have to know your smile is my personal heaven. 

Your beauty marks, my road map to your heart. 

Your open palms, the thing that keeps me next to you. 

Your eyes, the bait for my curiosity. 

Your voice, the soother of my anxieties. 

The way you say my name, medicine. 

The air between your lips right before you kiss me, my sweet tooth. 

The way you hold me when I’m down, my solid rock. 

You have to know what this means. 

It means everything.

- a.s