And one day, I will
lie over on my side, rest my head over your heart, let you
embrace the soft horizon of my shoulders, and listen to the
sound of rain fall between your ribs. One day, I will grow into
the eaves that hollow your sides, worship the wrinkles on your
palms when they skitter across my skin, and memorize the spread
and lengths of your storms. One day, I will be so in love with
you I won’t be able to understand how I can still breathe
around the fullness in my own chest. But for now, I am just
learning what sunlight does to your eyes when given the
opportunity to disintegrate the woes that plague them. For now,
I am just becoming accustomed to the bend and break of your
laugh when you aren’t filtering what you allow yourself
to feel. For now, I am only beginning to taste the heady,
melted feeling that comes when I make you smile. For now, I can
only accept what you are willing to trust with me, and one day
I will tell you that it will always be
enough.