32 ('7 months').
Falling in love with you was like a thunderstorm in the middle of July; so unexpected and yet, so welcomed. - At night I trace the tiny birth marks on your chest, connecting dots as if they were constellations. What I don’t tell you is that sometimes I can see the entire universe beneath your skin. - Your fingertips along my spine reveal secrets I've never told anyone else, like how I'm not always as strong as I seem and how it took me years to understand what I do now. You nod, smile, and love me anyway - it feels like a baptism. - In the morning I stir to the soft hum of your sleep, I admire the way you look when the seven a.m sun peeks carefully through the blind. I wonder if you dream about me, about us, the way I do even when I'm awake.
