Blooming

It’s waking up every morning knowing exactly who I am

It’s loving myself, appreciating myself, and being dependent on me

While also choosing you, appreciating you, and hoping we choose each other.

It’s being in love with life, the way the flowers bloom, noticing the small aspects of even the most trivial of things

While being in love with you, the way you bloom, noticing the small aspects of your smile, and not letting even the most trivial of things, push us apart.

It’s the arguments, the silence we share that only cements the love we have for each other

Enjoying the fact that we’re in each others company  

It’s the communication, voicing how arguing made us feel

While we grab the tools to repair the problems

How you let me sing loudly to the clouds with only the angels echoing my voice

And how you decide to join with them

How you have a secret collection of old Folk songs; yet you have showed me your favorite album

And how I made you a mix tape singing the entire album

It’s waking up every morning knowing exactly who we are

It’s waking up every morning loving who we are.