I was really stressed out one time when I came over to your place. You could tell there was something wrong with me and we both knew how terrible I was at saying what's on my mind. As we were laying in bed in the darkness you asked me one more time before going to sleep what was wrong and if I wanted to talk about it. For some reason, as soon as you said that, the words I kept locked inside me came pouring out along with plenty of tears to accompany it. And instead of falling asleep or ignoring me like most guys did in my past relationships, you wrapped me in your arms, whispered, "It's going to be alright, I'm here" and stayed like that with me until I ran out of tears and words to say.

That was somewhere during the beginning of August, only a couple of months we had been together. But in that moment I already knew I loved you. I knew you were different than the other guys from my past who I would practically have to beg just to get their attention from. Being with you these past 6 months has been the absolute best. Having you in my life has made me see the world in a more different and beautiful way. You have been a big inspiration towards my writing because I never knew what it felt like to write about love until you came into my life. I could practically write a novel about all the moments we've shared these past months, but even then it couldn't sum up how I feel about you.

So I'll keep it simple and share this poem with you instead. I wrote this when I was getting over a terrible string of writer's block. It's funny how I can go from not having anything to say or write about, but as soon as I think of you the words just start to form and everything makes sense. I'm so fortunate to have someone like you to wake up next to. It's my favorite way to start the day, always.

Every Sunday Morning

Waking up next to you

on Sunday mornings,

never knowing the time.

My side of the bed,

your hand stroking my cheek,

our legs intertwined

under the blanket.

I can't think of a better way

to spend my morning.

My head on your chest,

your hand running through my hair,

our hearts beating to the same rhythm.

Like it's the best sound I've ever head.

You get out of bed,

as I beg you to stay.

But I already know

what you're going to say,

"I'm just making breakfast, I'll be back soon."

You shut the door, thinking I'll stay

but you already knew I wouldn't.

I throw on the shirt you wore last night.

You make us coffee

yours black, mine, cream with extra sugar.

You laugh and tell me that's not "real" coffee

as I watch you sip it right away,

without a care in the world.

you start to crack open eggs,

no need to ask me how I like them.

We're both the same,

scrambled.

The toast comes out a little too hard.

But you still call me a child

for taking the crust off.

I smile every time.

Sometimes I wonder how I got this lucky,

to have been invited into your world.

No longer feeling like a temporary stranger

but a permanent guest.

How the sound of your voice saying my name

sends chills down my spine.

Or the way your eyes stare at me

makes me never want to blink.

Or the way you hold my hand

when you drive, or simply place it on my thigh.

Or the way you say you love me

and tell me that I'm beautiful

so simple, I still blush every time.

Or the way you'll kiss my entire face

just to help cheer me up.

What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?

Before you, I almost gave up on love

because I never thought I could have it.

Filling up my time with past lovers

who chose to break my heart

instead of caring for it.

Now my heart is so full it swells.

I don't want this morning to end.

You pile up the dishes into the sink,

saying you'll eventually get to them.

I already know it won't be soon.

As I roll my eyes,

you wrap your arms around my waist

and tickle my stomach

until I can no longer breathe from laughing,

trying and failing to escape your hold.

Not that I would ever want to.

You'll never know how much you mean to me,

this poem doesn't even come close.

All I can say is thank you,

for coming back to meet me

when I was forty-five minutes late

to the first time we ever met.

I don't know how I'll ever repay you.

But I'll spend every Sunday morning with you

until I do.