it will come slowly,
quietly. until one day i will notice that i have drifted into it
and i never heard a sound.
he will have ideas. a mind of his own. long eyelashes. and he will be silly, probably.
we will share a softness. an overflowing love for the world.
for him, love will come first. love before questions. before judgments.
when i fall in love he will give me the eyes. he will laugh at my jokes. he will be nerdy but i prefer the term passionate.
our love is going to be sweet
and quiet and giant and calm and urgent and full and soft and natural
and before that and after that, it is going to be true.
