his name rolled off my tongue as easily as i fell for him. 

the love he shows for me, thick and warm like honey - 

oh , how thankful i am there is so much to love about you. 

the way you clench your jaw when trying to focus, 

or the way your sea green eyes turn to oceans when you 

look into mine, then say it back, "your eyes are pools of honey." 

i'll never forget the first time we held hands under the table at lunch. 

you had your hand on your thigh for a minute before asking for mine, 

as if you had been waiting to ask for my hand in marriage, too. 

such a simple task i had been foreign in, holding the hand of another,

it felt as if holding the heart of a moth between my palms, fragile and easy to break. 

i held on, careful not to let myself seep through the cracks in your hands. 

oh , how thankful i am there is so much to love about you. 

we were too shy to ask each other for more, so we held what we could. 

savored elbows, knees, ankles, and shoulders, scared of the unknown. 

oh , how thankful i am there is so much to love about you. 

you have conformed me into the kind of girl to lay awake at night,

listening to the violent slappng of rain against my roof, wondering 

if you are dreaming of me.

and sometimes, i hope you do the same.