just take my hand and never look back

I love him because he isn’t scared of period talks. I love him because he respects my silence. I love him because we can talk for hours and he won’t spend half the time trying to get into my pants. Or rather, he kisses me halfway and waits, and waits, and waits. I love him because he knows I need coaxing to reveal my secrets, because he never gets mad when I tell him I can’t, because the only thing he wants to change about me is my self confidence, because he understands, and even when he doesn’t, he tries. I love him because I didn’t know a person who owed you nothing could care so much, who would stay up all night just to listen to you cry, who would run three miles in the dark to kiss your eyelids even though he hates the streets at night. I love him because he never forces me into anything. Everything I choose to do, I do in my own time. I love him because the first time I complained about cramps he kissed my forehead. He’s never made a period joke in his life.