But alas, you are shy! Easily frightened.
You've seen what happens on the other side, knew what it was like to welter indoors for days, waste away to skin and bone, eyes puffy and swollen, for you have felt the huff of an unfair n' weakened man.
Though the differences in the love jolt you! Awakens you!
It makes you feel silly to of even scaled him to anyone else.
Makes you wonder how you get to see these parts of him.
Oh, these parts you've grown to be unspeakably fond of. You could roll around with him for days on end (as you've often done before in the warmth of the sheets and candle light).
There are these qualities and tiny habits that make you weak in the knees.
The way his hands find you in the morning, how happy he is to face a new day.
His brain that is as quick as yours, if not quicker, though you'd never want him to know.
You pour yourself over him.
Again.
And again.
