My love

if you were a poem, then the poet would be my favorite of them all.  Inevitably I’ll find that I am in love with each curve of the letters in their words, which fill the pages as well as the void in my heart.  Each gap between the lines would be a moment in which I take a breath before reading the next, my heart pausing impatiently until I begin reading again.  

If you were a poem, then it would be memorized. I’d recite you to anyone willing to listen, exhausting my friends, my family, and even my coworkers.  I'd lay awake at night thinking of how well-written you are, repeating each piece of text under my breath with a full heart.

If you were a poem, I might find myself getting distracted once in a while, the words slipping my mind for the smallest moment.  I'd get so focused on living the life I have been provided that for a short while, I may forget to recite you.  The people around me would sigh in relief, glad I'd forgotten about the poem they were oh so tired of hearing as though they had not been forced to memorize it themselves.  They would forget soon too.

If you were a poem; you would eventually come slamming into me believing that you had been erased from my memory.  I'd light up once more, and regardless of how much time has passed, I will begin to mouth each word with precise recollection. My fingers would trace the shape of each letter on my wrist as my brain effortlessly takes the words I had burned into my memory and moves my lips to say them.  I would not struggle with this, because though you were under the impression I'd forgotten you; I had not.

You're not a poem, but alas…
I have memorized you anyways.  I've fallen in love with the way your eye lashes brush your cheeks, and fallen in love the sound of your laugh.  I've spent nights upon nights thinking of the way your eyes light up when they lock with mine, and the shape of your hands, which is traced several times. I may get busy and though it's a struggle, I may forget to tell the world around me just how wonderful you are. It's only for a second though, as I cannot help but tell people how I, out of everyone, ended up not with a partner, but a soulmate.  I hold my breath each time you walk into the room, my heart pausing to avoid bursting from the love that fills it. Impatiently, it pulses.  Each beat is a cry, they're here!  

I’d once again fall in love with the curves of your body.  I'd hang onto each and every word you spoke.  My veins would thrum with blood and passion, and I would take a breath.

You are my favorite poem, and I've memorized every little detail about you; from the way you walk, the way you talk, all the way down to your thoughts.   I've spent countless nights whispering the things I love about you, I've told everyone who will listen to me just how wonderful you are.  Sometimes they think I've forgotten about you, or that maybe it didn't work out, but I didn't forget a single thing.  You are my favorite person of a poem, and oh how I could recite you forever.