A Very Michael Post

Because I can. Because he thought I was having second thoughts about him. Because I'm too self absorbed to remind him how much I love him every day.

It's in the way you look into my eyes with such unspeakable tenderness, and the way you kiss the back of my neck gently.
It's how incredibly handsome I think you are, and stroking your spine.
It's our first rather drunken kiss, and getting you so wasted on Raki.
Taking me out for a bit of fun drinking in the sunset and a movie, the first time when I needed it most- and how stylishly I stuck toilet paper to myself -_-.
The fright and hurting, the soullessness I felt before you were in my life, and how you alone offered friendship.
It is the fire in your back yard, meeting Helen and Kyle, and drinking your mother's wine supply.
It's whatever godforsaken time you had to crawl through your window and sneak me in quietly.
It's locking you out a hundred times when I've fallen asleep, and how it brings me to tears that I did every time.
How delicious your skin and shirts smell all the time.
How gentle you are with my rats.
It is because no matter how mad I make you, you still cuddle me even though I probably don't deserve it.
It's hearing you talk about the future that fills me with warmth because I feel so safe and secure with you as my partner.. being in your arms.
It's because you're the only person who gives me the tummy-in-an-elevator feeling, and butterflies.
It's the rare nights you fall asleep naked.
It is your voice of cold reason and logic, talking actual sense into this ditzy girl.
It's all these little electric shocks, jolts of life that course through me now because I'm so happy.
It is, after all, when I really think about how it feels to be loved that the intensity of my happiness overwhelms me.


I love you.