I didn't fall in love; I waded into it,
saw it ahead of me and dipped my toes into the glimmering blue,
tested the waters, found them fine, and called for you to join me.
You dove right in before I even realized.
I can't call it falling, can't cite that kind of uncertainty;
there was never any question of would you catch me
or would I drown, no,
you were right there with me—are right here with me
floating blissfully along, and I swear, I would find
I could breathe underwater
before you would ever let me struggle with the current on my own.
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A description of a relationship for the ages, one of legends, & a gift beyond measure.
lovely, Kay
Love how you painted that picture—so calm and steady, like floating in the perfect current. Really captures that feeling of trust and ease!