You Make Me Believe In Forever Again

I like the way forever sounds, like a promise, a secret shared between two people—vowing to be what one another needs, what one another desires, despite every obstacle. I like the way forever feels, like a warmth that’s just right—all the wildness of the first sparks fading into something soothing, something that settles on your skin like a blanket—comfortable, even in the coldest temperatures, the most violent storms. I like the way forever tastes, like kisses both eager and safe, like the excitement of all that’s unknown mixed with the sweetness of coming home.

I like the way I’m not scared of forever when I’m standing next to you.

I wasn’t in any rush to find love, to mold my life into another’s, to intertwine my fingertips, my heartstrings, my dreams with someone else. I wasn’t quite prepared to start something new—not in the fact that I wasn’t ready, just that I wasn’t expecting the unanticipated to feel so damn good.

I wasn’t trying to fall for someone, to make his arms a resting place, to look at him and see a future that hadn’t even existed before. I wasn’t looking to feel at ease under someone’s gaze, to make eye contact and suddenly know, without a doubt, that my heart could finally rest.

But suddenly there you were, and just like that, fear was the farthest thing from my mind.

You make me believe in forever again. In days that stretch far beyond this one. In plans and hopes and promises that we’re finally mature enough to keep. You make me believe in the idea that people can give one another everything, and trust without holding onto the past. You make me believe that not every relationship will end in a battered, broken heart.

When I close my eyes, I feel the warmth of your gaze on my face. When you leave, your touch still lingers, tender, but present on my skin. When I think of you, of us, my entire body feels as if it’s glowing, filling, rising, even as I fall deeper into who and what we are.

With us, I’m not worrying so much about what I can’t control. I’m not imagining all the ways we will drift and fall apart. I’m not ruining our chances before the opportunities even come. I’m not doubting, or holding back, or being reluctant to share all of me.

I’m just simply basking in the light of our budding love, believing in something far bigger than the both of us. Without a single doubt.