You find that gravity isn't the only thing holding you to the Earth.
It's swear words, Star Wars and love notes.
If I recall it took three years for you to say the "F-word" in front of me
and it made me question everything I know.
I put on jeans this morning because I thought it would make me more motivated for the day
and even after going out with a man who got completely drunk
and sang incoherent karaoke the entire date,
I can still say that it was the worst decision I've made.
Not that it's a big deal or anything
But it's just that you had me at sweet potato fries and burgers in that Irish pub on the corner.
I warned you that my brain is driven by the monkeys in Jumanji and yet here we are;
after we've taken turns getting our hearts broken like a piggy bank, scary accurate tarot readings and ten years later.
This thing we have is like that Sunday crossword puzzle.
It takes all day, or in our case decade, to figure out
But when you finally do it's a feeling of accomplishment that can't be compared.
And now that I expressed that thought,
all I want to do is hold hands and do the crossword together.
My God, I hated seeing any picture of you with another woman.
I couldn't breathe knowing that she was kissing you
Because I could tell that she didn't care if it was perfect.
It still didn't occur to me that I wanted to be the only one doing it.
I am not a religious woman but I remember the first time you kissed me
And the air around us formed a cloud stairway
Because immediately I needed to find your God
And repent for trying to love anyone before you.
It took forever to admit but I want to know you in a way that nobody else does.
I want to know your morning routine and bedtime rituals.
I want to know what side of the bed you sleep on,
and the rhythm of your breath as you dream of me.
I want to know how many times we can change our hair until we don't have any.
I want to be there to wish you sweet dreams
and be beside you in case the bad ones try to visit
while always being there to kiss you good morning.
As long as you swear to never sing "The Final Countdown" as long as we both shall live.
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