Both of Us
As this sprouted,
there were no expectations.
No hopes
or predictions.
Just children
searching for support
among their peers.
Life had taken a toll on us,
and without this love
we would fade away.
As this blossomed,
this love became something
we only dreamed of.
Unconditional support
and care
twenty-four seven.
Someone to turn to
when everything around us
felt miserable.
A source of motivation
when all felt bleak.
Neither of us
had known what
love
could do.
How illuminating
in the darkest of times;
How inspiring
in the hopeless of times;
How warm
in the coldest of times.
This love
helped us push through
our lowest points.
As this bloomed,
we helped each other develop:
past the stages
of grief and despair,
onto the stages
of growth and repair.
In the start,
neither of us
knew ourselves
nearly as well
as each other.
To progress,
we had to learn
and change.
We became in tune
to our own personalities:
our likes and dislikes,
our loves and hates,
our opinions on the world.
While we changed,
we loved on.
Our feelings held out
through all disagreements
and bonding moments.
Hatred and disdain
never won.
As this rose grew,
we did too.
And this love
has given us more
than we ever thought it would.
We grew from
insecure children
to strong young adults.
Our love grew from
loving one another
to loving ourselves.
Because of the love
I have for him,
I now have love
for both of us.
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