Music surrounds us, I am looking up. Familiarity I never expected to have, a type of intimacy I couldn’t have imagined - pouring your cup three-fourths, leaving room for milk; the three beauty marks forming a triangle from neck to chin; seeing your silhouette from the other side of the shower curtain - I am grateful to know you this much, in this short and yet relatively long time; in this much amounts. I am with your habits, I am in the details about you; with you. I know them - and it is hard to just simply stop doing that. The body remembers.
I am falling deeper in love - noticing more, seeing things. Growing together means getting familiar, blending two lives and drowning in an intimacy of sorts. I can breathe, but am surrounded in pools of red and warm pinks, and oranges, and auburn browns. Actual love. This is what I wanted - and to know about. And to be in and out of and back in. This.