Until You (Until #1)

by Briar Prescott

Jude, I told you once you’ve given me two firsts. Well, I was lying even back then. See, there are a few more I failed to mention. I’m going to fix that now. I have never been caught off guard. Until you. I have never been selfless. Until you. I have never met an unforgettable person. Until you. I have never seen a smile stop the world. Until you. I have never wanted to belong with anybody. Until you. I have never wanted a home. Until you. I have never wanted forever. Until you. I have never had my heart so shamelessly stolen. Until you. I have never understood what people mean when they say it’s better to have loved and lost. Until you. Because it’s been worth it. Because I get to love you. And maybe it won’t be blanket forts and home and growing old together for us. Maybe that’s not the road ahead for you and me. But the highs have been well fucking worth the lowest of lows. At least for me. Since you’re reading this love letter—also my first, by the way—I assume you’ve found the piano. It’s yours. And so is the room. For as long as you want it. And I hope you want it for a long, long time. Because you’re talented, and someone who gets as much joy out of playing as you do should have a piano and a place to play it. Plus, you’re fucking hot when you play. I guess that’s it. You asked me to stop, and I obviously didn’t, but I promise, I will now.