Who are you?

I see deep thoughtfulnessin your brown, heavy eyes.I’ve seen your patience too—in the stillness of your lips,in the quiet way you meet everyoneeye to eye.

Your thoughtfulness lingers with me.I find myself wonderingat every word you speak—is this just small talk?

I would bare my soul to you,if you’re in it—but what if it’s empty?

I hope I’m not just being swept awayby simple human decency.I’ve grown so used to being let downthat something healthyfeels like flying among the stars.

Patience is something I lack,but something I want to learn—to give to you.

I pray that I cross your mind,that I pass behind your eyelids in dreams,lingering like butterflies in your chest.

Is this love?It can’t be—maybe I’m expecting too much.

Where should I stand?What should I expect,when all I wantis to give everything?

Who are youto stir something like this in me?And who am Ito be tossed like waves in the wind?

But then—time stills.

Shaking heartsfinally speaka gentle truth.

And suddenly,the doubt fades.

What a beautiful place to begin.

~~~~Authors note~~~~

I had given up on dating in my early twenties. I had bad experiences with people leading me on, taking advantage of my kindness in relationships, etc. I was finally content with myself. Then I met my now husband. He is so sweet and quiet. We decided we weren’t going to play games. We both knew what we wanted but while I waited for him to verbally ask me out my mind kinda spiraled. Now, I realized he was not doing anything like what I have experienced but as an overthinker my brain ran. But in the end, with shaky hands he finally asked me out. The rest is history. :)