I was surprised to see you dressed this way.
"You look gay and European."
I jokingly said.
You grabbed me closer.
Kissed me tender.
"But here we are. Parents. We have children."
"But not with each other." You added.
"We'd have good looking babies."
I imagined the way things ought to be.
"And intelligent ones."
I continued with my daydream.
"I love you intensely." I declared.
"I'm infatuated with you." You told me.
"How could it be?" I asked.
"What if you get tired of me?" I continued.
"What if I'm the one you are tired of?" You asked.
"Tell me a story. An epic love story." I asked of you.
"Once upon a time, I went white water rafting."
You began to tell a story.
I interrupted you.
"This does not count."
You and I met, 15 years ago, on a white water rafting trip.
"I don't have one." You confessed.
"You have never gotten heart broken?" I asked.
"Not that I know of. I got hurt, but not gotten my heart broken."
"Perhaps I should break your heart." I teased.
"Don't break my heart." You held me.
What you did not know was,
how could I ever break your heart?
When you don't know how to be heart broken?
But mine had been.
And I was never the same again.
"I like this relationship. It's interesting." You said.
"How come?" I asked.
"Because there is a level of intensity followed by long term absence."
"Then we build the intensity back up each time." You explained.
"I like this relationship. Our relationship. And I like you." You said.
I knew that already
I felt the exact same way.
I felt the same peaks and valleys.
I feared that I could lose you.
I feared that you'd disappear.
I feared that I could stop loving you.
And the sky would turn gray.
And stay gray for the remains of my day.
It's the longest relationship I had ever had.
Other than my marriage.
It appeared to be one of your longer ones too.
That's how we fell asleep.
You spooning me.
Middle of the night.
I buried myself in your chest.
Hair messy.
Heart resting.
I was the migrant bird.
You'd always been my home.
Even though I was always flying away.
I would always come back to my nest.
You and I lived.
A world pretended to be.
You and I held.
A feeling supposed to be.
You and I were meant to write.
An epic story.
This time, may our hearts.
Not hurt, not crushed, not broken.
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