For tomorrow, December 8th,

65 days agp,
and it's still here,
still rapidly growing a part of me.

all those days before this day,
i sat on a bench that i'd so frequently passed by without a stopping glance.

there were knots in my stomach that day,
accompanied by a shaky skip in my step;
ones that only seemed to grow as the autumn sky faded into dusk.

the silences lost their awkwardness,
and nervous smiles became laughs in the blink of an eye.

and when wasted cups were thrown away,
footsteps on cooling pavement embarked.

stars peeked from behind early evening clouds,
hands tightened; entwined into eachother.

together, jumping on yellow painted strips of finite roads led to the infamous seat;
the ignored seat behind graceful spurts of glowing water.
it started at that precise moment in time.

the nerves that flew up into the sky,
the wind that sent tiny chills down my spine.
not until then noticing how bright the moon shone over the whistling treetops.

whispers were even too quiet when words of such great content were spoken.

and with fixated stomachs and hungry eyes,
the only choice was to listen, feel, let our senses reach their pinnacles,
before clocks caught up with us, and crickets began chirping.

slowly but discreetly, the clouds dispersed into the new found night sky,
and i walked the lifeless pavement alone,
with the evenings feeling of perfected fate lingering on my lips.

-

about 1,179 hours ago,
it all started, the it that changed something inside of me.
the light that lost it's flicker inside me has started up again.

is it odd to think that all these weeks,
all those days,
all those minutes that have passed,
meaning has never been lost?

i'm perplexed at this moment,
constantly filled to the brim with ease.

every morning when i wake up,
i see your face.
every afternoon when i'm lost,
i feel your presence.
every night when i'm dozing off,
i hear your voice that keeps my eyes open just a few minutes more.

maybe this is just one of my quirks you have yet to unveil,
but i feel this is right,
in a way that goes beyond what should be right.

calm down,
it's an optimistic beyond-right feeling.

is it strange to you that after all this time,
you and i are still attached,
as if sewn together at our hearts?

what's strange to me, is good all the same,
but i wonder where this is going.
but please don't worry,
because i'm wondering with anticipating,
reputable anticipation.

i wonder where you're going to take me next,
what i'm going to feel in a matter of days, or even hours.

i look forward to our upcoming moments in the same way i look at what's already elapsed,
in a way that's exciting, exultent, and captivated.

so here's to only a short but frenzied matter of time
that has left footprints all over my life.
and here's to acceptance, passion, and love in a way i've never known before.

stay by my side,
through whatevers to come,
through whatevers to happen.

it's now been 1,180 hours,
and the sense that flowed throughout my body the first day i sat upon the bench,
still rests inside of my head and heart.