The only girl I could have possibly went through hell and back to meet and fall in love with always drives with one hand on the wheel, but both of her hands always seem to slowly unravel me.
She undoubtedly knows how to pull me apart, seam by seam, lesson by lesson, furrow by furrow and yet can faultlessly piece me back together.
This makes me wonder if anyone else deserved to crack me open
To cut into my breastbone, fracture my rib cage and expose my most fragile organ
Dirty hands and lips and teeth and tongue are no place for an exposed chest, a vulnerable girl, or even for a first love
But my love knows my heart, the same way I know hers
She knows how to give and take equally, how to build and teach and forgive
She knows how to grow
No love poem, song, book, movie could have prepared me for her
For a love so selfless and unconditional and kind