single. not looking. not even mingling. shoot down anyone who expressed romance. two years. two years of making that vow. two years of taking that vow back.
and i love you for reminding how easy to hold hands with someone again. of counting perfectly-fitted fingers in between mine. of how each hand would gesture that i am loved and i have someone to love in return. of how those hand would push me to be stronger. of how they wiped every frustration i had. those same hands that have kept me sane even when everything is becoming out of focus.
i love you. two years. even when we don’t have an official date. every single day would be a celebration of our relationship.
i don’t need monthsaries or anniversaries. all i need is right here. you. and i don’t need a calendar to prove just that.