We all know what’s happening here because it’s happened before. Like an avalanche, there’s nothing we can do about it so we don’t even need to speak. But this time, if we’re covered by the ice and snow, I will hold you tight. I will keep you warm.

“Love” has so many misconceptions, it’s distorted, almost to the point that the passion of its original intent is gone. But I love you.

Exposing me.
Exposing you.

And here we are again, completely naked, completely vulnerable. But still, you’re ripping the layers off me. Who I am and who I used to be, leaving me completely raw. your pulling my trembling body to yours, touching me, but not with your hands. Eyes full of old regrets and memories,looking up at you. That look telling me more than your mouth ever could.. some things speak for themselves and others are never spoken of. I’ll understand your silence. Because sometimes, you’ll have to understand mine.

I don’t know if you felt that or not.

But it felt like two people kissing after hours of thinking about it.

It felt like two people talking after nights of silence.

It felt like two people touching after weeks of being numb.

It felt like two people facing each other after months of looking away.

It felt like two people in love after years of being alone.

And it felt like two people meeting each other, after an entire lifetime of not meeting each other.

That's how I felt when I met you. It's how I still feel now.