“Witch, they is whoever I say they is!”

“Isn’t it silly how we joked about falling in love when we first met? We held hands in your car and played a game of truth or dare. “Truth or dare?” you asked. “Dare,” I said. “I dare you to fall in love with me,” your voice caressed my heart, and little did I know my whole future was being spoken into existence. One year later I couldn’t wash out the taste of your name from my lips. One year later I treasured the kisses you left on my spine like the starry night. We joked about falling in love when we first met. We were too wild and didn’t know we had each other in plain sight. One year later we hold hands in your car. “Truth or dare,” I ask. “Truth,” you say. “The truth is falling in love has been the scariest thing ever because love is like a beautiful Van Gogh painting that someone can break,” and I ran out of breath.”