i love her… …in the winter, when i was with her almost every snowfall; the cold was a coat she wore over august skin. every white distance reflects her smile, each snowflake a kiss that falls, melting, onto my eyes.
i love her… …and so i’m afraid to lose her. but i will not lose her because of that. i will not hold back. if i lose her, it will be because i’ve done everything i could and it simply wasn’t enough.
i love her… …because i never feel more whole than when i lie beside her and breathe her breath.
i love her… …so every time i see the Port Washington train leaving Penn Station my heart leaps to leave with it. my body leaps, too, but it isn’t as successful.
i love her… …and i can’t tell her. i have whispered it into our kisses, my secret, sprawled out over the past few months. i didn’t mean it to be like this. i tripped and i wasn’t looking. i’m still catching myself. i caught myself before i told her. i won’t tell her.