Sometimes it takes a few bad nights to appreciate who's with you.
I learned this last night while I held him in the back seat, rain pouring and all.
Sometimes people appear in our life when we're on our lowest, teach us the best of us.
I found out last night that the pressure that he left on my chest was what I wanted to feel for the rest of my life.
I love him, the kisses the hugs, and the stares.
Im in love with the rain that comes with him, and all he gives.
Our small park dates, and how every Thursday after work I know he'll be there.
Ode to making me feel alive and loving every part of me.
I'll die if this boy ever leaves.
But for now I'll enjoy the rain and his embrace.
Update- "Long story short, it was a bad time
Long story short, I survived"
