I remember you.
I was drawn by your pretty bare feet, drawn by your smile that brought happiness like a spring from inside me, without knowing why it did. Drawn by your eyes, always those eyes; ocean eyes that I could lose myself in, for hours. Drawn by your heart, your longing, beautiful, wild heart, drawn like a falling stone to the earth. And I loved you. So stupidly I loved you at first, with my journal entries denying my feelings, juxtaposed on the page with what even a child would know was a love poem, written to only you.
I remember the deepest places of your heart, and how when you showed them to me, I felt unworthy of the honor, and promised myself to never let you down, promised you to never leave you, forever. And I loved you. I remember the sound of your voice, how listening to it entranced me, and how making you laugh felt like I had personally caused a rainbow, how I fell for you both all at once and every day.
I remember how you felt in my arms, how your hand fit in mine, and how deeply I melted at your shy smiles. I remember how your lips melted against mine, and how I never wanted to stop kissing them. I remember your laughter, I remember the sound of your song. I remember your eyes, gazing into mine so close, and how I never wanted to look away.
And I love you.
And all of these things, my love, these memories of you are my greatest treasures, my prized possessions. They are kept in my heart, in a place occupied by you alone. They are by far my most precious, next only to this: The promise of the pursuit of your love; my love for you, wild and growing every day; and your heart, more precious than life itself to me. And oh, my love…how beautiful it is, to chase a lifetime of loving you.