When I met you, I suddenly wanted more.
Like a switch flipped and I wanted
the just-because flowers,
and the forehead kisses,
and the late night phone calls,
and the hand holding,
and even the idea of slow dancing
in the kitchen of my apartment.
Now, I crave the present
and the future
and the forevers with you;
I know I don’t express emotion well,
and I don’t understand this feeling inside,
but I’ve never felt this way before.
I found my home, my happy, in you.
I’ll never let that go.