Tiny Fear

There is still a very small, tiny part of me that holds the fear you will change like her and become someone I do not know after so much loving.

I know, with my head that it is not a possibility, or at least something I refuse to believe.

My faith tells me that once is enough, that I have learned my lesson.

Yet, sometimes, especially when she rears her ugly head back into my memory, I have a small fear you will leave me the same way.

I love you, with a calmness of heart and mind that is so peaceful.

I love you with my heart and mind and eyes and soul.

I see into you, as you do into me.

I love you even when we are angry or frustrated with one another.

There is no drama in our togetherness.

Just a natural, flowing energy that hums quietly most moments in the background.

You are the first person I have ever wanted to gaze at while sleeping.

You are beautiful, when quiet and when you are not looking or aware of my gaze.

I love you. Quietly, calmly, peacefully.

You listen and you try to accommodate me. You do. I see it in you.

And you make me want to try harder too. For you. For me. For us.