I’ll learn to love you. Soon. As soon as you let me. Let me know you. Let me get under your skin. Try to bare yourself to me. I promise. I’ll love you. If you let me. I need you to stare, deep into me so that I know the colours you reflect in your gaze. I need you to wink at me, just a fleeting one to me see the kind of mischief you hold. I need you. To need me. For now.
I shall not speak of tomorrow because the unseen scares and troubles my heart. But I will not give up hope, for you see, I’m nothing but a romantic. A hopeless one indeed. I have built my castles, my palaces and dreams. I have envisioned our lives, entwined. I have already begun to think of you and me as one, as us. Yet, I know. I know the bitter and harsh reality of the consequences if good fortune decided to break its ties with us.
I will love you. I know I will. Just let me know your secrets, sometimes. Not all of them, no. I’m too full of my own to contain all of yours. But I’d like to know a few. To know that you’re as human as I am. To know you’re equally vulnerable.
I will love you. If you let me.