Because love for me happened slowly,
but it was also fast.
It was gentle
but it was rough.
And the moment I recognized it,
I just couldn't ignore it,
Just like I can't ignore it now.
It's funny how acknowledging
The existence of something,
However imaginary...
It's funny how acknowledging its' existence,
Feels like breathing life into it,
Giving it the power to unmake you
Or remake you.
But what about the things we don't say?
The things we ignore and pretend not to know?
The ones that fester and take root in our hearts,
Until finally, they break the surface.
The mouth really does speak of the hearts' abundance.
Perhaps it would have made no difference,
If I'd admitted it anyway,
I'd still have loved you then,
As I love you now.
May