I Didn't Know This Was It

Angry raindrops against roof, warm bed sheet, in between your loving arms. Thunder and lightning, coffee, and your kiss.

There’s something in the rain that makes me just want to hold you. There’s something in the cold wind that makes the warmest embrace.

There really is something about the cyclone outside that makes the most breath-taking sunflower fields inside, our hearts.

This chaos gave us the opportunity to love, more.

I didn’t know this was ‘it’

I didn’t know how does it work -- how does it feel.

Until, I want to keep everything.

Those night walks -- the way you steal glances when I look at the stars. I know it, I’m aware. It’s the first time that I let a thief stole something from me, and in fact, I loved it.

Those sleepovers, the way you stroke my hair. The way you gently said “you’re beautiful” to me when I’m on my darkest.

I love how soft your hand is when they’re on me. It’s like, to you, I’m the most fragile glass that can only be held with such divine care.

I can’t afford to see you doing that to someone except me. Your stare, your touch, your embrace, your kiss -- your love.

I want to keep it.

I thought love always comes along with selfishness.

But I learned that this isn’t selfishness; cause I’m making ways for you to stay.

Selfishness is possessive and obsess. Love is making someone stay to spend their lifetime with you.

Angry raindrops against roof, warm bed sheet, in between your loving arms. Thunder and lightning, coffee, and your kiss.

Your kiss.

Our kiss.

I didn’t know this was ‘it’

Until, I want to keep everything.