the date we cross out

© Mike Baird

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.

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