His

His
rough, callous hands stroked my hand and fingers
Slowly, softly,
Sending shivers up my spine.

His
full, soft lips touched mine
Making me see fireworks. Teaching me
What it feels like to be in love.

His
Bright smile and larger than life laugh
Made me want to be silly,
To make him smile and laugh forever.

"But more than these things,
I miss who I was when I was with them."

He
Excited me.
He was mysterious, dangerous.
My stomach was butterflies, my knees weak.
I was a rebel. I was the secret keeper.



He
Made me feel confident, sexy, strong.
Reassured.
I could do anything. Be anything.
I would be a poet, an author.

He
Made me feel silly, light, free. Like
Running through the woods at night,
Barefoot, while the moon hung low overhead
And I felt no fear.

"Love,
No matter how we love
Changes us forever."