well the words, well they slip

And this is what I feel every morning when I wake up next to you. I feel it when you let the sun skip across the planes of your face, and when we smother each other in morning breath and kisses and barely coherent mumbling in the few moments before waking. When we listened to frogs exchange friendly conversations in the dark, with the sky above us lit up by a spiderweb of stars. When you laughed over something a good friend had said, and how happy you looked then - mouth open wide and the corners of your eyes all wrinkled up. When you told me you loved me.

Terrified and utterly helpless is what I feel - but also exhilarated, and strangely comfortable with the idea that this could work. That maybe you can take me as I am and I can take you as you are. That I can make the space to fit you in.