i have confessed to you; here—in this space where your shoulder meets your neck, where my eyes have no place else to go, where my heart reaches out to you, where i knew i loved you before i knew what it meant.

i have confessed to you; here—my trust on a platter, my flesh and blood making a home out of you, my affection seeping through every word, my gratitude over the moon.

i have confessed to you here—in the middle of your ribcage, acknowledging everything you’ve ever had to tore apart, and told you i love you before i even knew how; how much, how long, how deep.

i’m confessing to you—here

again.