laughter trickles out like rain on a smooth window.
smiles to big for the usual thursday evening.
they told her stories of this, of the days when nothing and no one mattered, but him.
she was skeptical back then.
scared.
no one can touch me, think of me, & want me that much.
no way.
so she wandered.
a wanderer in a wind stormed forest, with her heart locked in a box.
the key hidden,
she held that heart box close, not letting anyone within 30 feet.
many pleaded for the key.
pulling, tripping, and demanding to open the box.
only making it worse.
so she ran.
wandered even farther into the forest,
spent on being content with herself and the heart locked box.
watching from afar as the happiness exploded.
scared.
memories of commanded feelings taking over her motionless mind.
he found her on a good day.
sun out, box out for cleansing.
yet he didn't ask to see it,
beg for the key, or push for an explanation.
simply waited, and watched.
slowly breaking down the wall.
eventually letting him in.
feeling the rush of electricity flow through her veins as his touch became more real.
i have never felt this way, she thought.
missing out on a whole new world all this time.
no wonder people fell so fast into it.
into love.
yearning for the chance to feel the feeling they once had.
she understood now.
so completely and utterly happy.
he makes her good.
pulls feelings out of her box like its nothing.
how can someone be the best and worst decision of her life?
both reaching for the key.
she gets there first, hands trembling, throat dry, he stares at her with pleading eyes.
she's ready.
handing over the key for the first time.
he opens the box carefully to see the fragile heart he loves so much.
here is the key to my heart and me.
because I am so in love with you.
