Your non-physical touch unfolded my heart like a flower in the beginning of bloom.
You made me responsive and hungry for your love just as a bee sucking the attractive nectar.
I remember when I felt that small yawning inside, too nervous to think about it, let alone admit it.
Then came the Lion roaring in my chest and it scared the daylights out of me like the sun dipping over the horizon.
I remember when I first met you, dealing over the affairs of History. I was too busy sorting out the loose ends of our project to notice you but when I did, boy oh boy did I love what I heard.
Like Jojo “I am a sucker for a guy with a beautiful mind” and you were that man.
Our minds dance over ideas and debates of politics, history, family and religion. Our discussions became food, an insatiable delight.
I suspect my head fell for you before my heart, a heart that you once ask me to follow.
It is a puzzle, like Charlotte in a web I wrote my heart on my sleeves without realizing my actions.
My heart cried bullets of despair when I caught how far my ship sailed into your harbour. I gave so much without any discussion of exclusivity.
Your name was always in my head along with a goofy grin when I recall something you said and/or did.
Your stubbornness collided into my stubbornness into a boiling pot of too much comfort with each other
Although time has faded the urgency of feelings your essence still hugs my being. I no longer beat up myself for thinking of you. It is what it is…
Prompt Storm 11: Why/Why I love