Mae

And it's getting lighter.

• Sunday morning light •

Tonight I'll be in the paper listening to your pen. Every sentence will end with my love flowing out of the page into you, because I'll be listening, if only in my heart.

Ours is a love story lifted from the pages of a book. A kiss that waited three years, three years full of 'accidentally' running into each other, searching crowds for that one face, blushing smiles under a calm facade. That kiss under the stars, ending the picture perfect first date with the man of my dreams. The second your lips touched mine, I forgot anyone else's ever had. Ours is a love story of forever beginnings. Hands holding each other tightly now, and even tighter sixty years from now. Yours is a smile that will never cease to take my breath away. Our perfect love story.

I'm not enough.