when I held your hand for the first time, I thought I was touching a stranger
my fingers hugged your fingers under our desks
hiding from the universe's eyes
we were sloppy. messy.
our relationship was a crayon art created by five year olds
we stepped over lines we didn't even know
I looked into your eyes and said I love you and only you
you looked into my eyes and said I love you now and forever and more
we taught ourselves to say I love you's
the way a parent taught their child how to say 'please' and 'thank you'
what do you say when your boyfriend calls you pretty?
I love you.
what do you say when your girlfriend gives you her lunch?
I love you.
now and tomorrow and forever and more.
we knew of their stares and their secret laughs
we knew the universe snickered when we said-
you and I, together forever
but maybe it didn't matter
if you and I weren't meant to last
maybe all that mattered were the hand-holdings and the lunch-feedings
little acts that showed-
I might not love you forever
you might not love me forever
but we love each other now
so the least we can do is make these moments count.
