It’s dark, no lights on in this room. Music’s soft, coming from another room. I hear you breathing next to me. Our legs are tangled, your arm’s resting on me.
My thoughts are spinning, I’m not sure if I should. I think I know what my heart is feeling, but maybe I misunderstood. I start by telling you I am falling, have fallen for you. You say “ you know I’m crazy about you, don’t you?”
The voices in my head urge me on, to say what I am feeling out loud. They are tired of being restrained, they long to be heard aloud. I can’t see your face but your warm touch encourages me. So in the dark I whisper the secret I’ve been keeping, and set it free.
“I think I love you.” “Me too,” you reply.
What you can’t see in the dark after I kiss your lips, your face, Are my tears falling silently, ‘til I wipe away their trace. I don’t want you to worry about them, or me, or question what I’d said. Maybe it’s too soon and I don't know what’s ahead, but I meant what I said.
“I love you, “ I say, with my morning coffee in hand. “I love you, too,” is your reply. It feels scary, but grand. I didn’t mean for this to happen, didn’t mean to say it, not so soon. But I can’t hold it in anymore; maybe it was the pull of the waning moon.
I don’t know what’s next, but I’m going to take it day by day. I don’t want anything to change; I don’t want this feeling to go away. I’m happy, comfortable in my skin, and I’ve settled in my nest. But with you I feel joyful, sassy, cherished. I’m at my best.
I don’t need any promises, no commitment other than simply this: Be true, to yourself, and to me. Greet me with a kiss. We’ve danced around it a while, but now it just feels right. Let’s see what happens and enjoy each day, each night.