love is a gift

my evenings are like they were in the autumn – laughing until my cheeks hurt, tears rolling down them, staying up way too late. healing from the hurt from wounds he did not create. “this,” I think, “has never been so much fun before”.

I have never felt the need to read his cards. I have never felt impending doom when he is around. He does not want anything from me besides to make me happy. There are no games, no mixed signals, no holding back of emotions… he is what he says he is.

It is so fucking easy.

So why do I hesitate? Is it fear?

Luckily, I do not need to answer that question today.