I remember the moment I first fell in love. It wasn’t when I saw him for the first time. It wasn’t even the first time we kissed. It was simpler than all of that and infinitely more complex. It was moments we gathered between us. It was intention and a little bit of chance. It was a choice where I stood with my feet in the water and knew I could accept what was being offered or I could step away. I wanted to be caught. Caught and kept close. I wanted to be loved, and I was. For millennia. Time and time again. And I’ll be loved still, for an eternity to come.
