i will love you until we run out of mornings. and when we do, i will love you in the dark

loving you comes easy. it's simple, like something i was meant to do all along. like how the sun comes up in the morning. how the leaves accept every inch of the rain. how the mountains have peaks, and birds have beaks and the cries of the cicadas are always shrill and high-pitched. it's natural—inhibited even— and lovely to feel but harder to explain. because, how can a young woman like me understand the ways in which a giant star rises in its own single, discrete way? but it does, gently and everyday. nobody knows but everyone sees. that's how it is. that's how my love is for you— a natural phenomenon, unaided, without any motives. growing and going on. 

in spaces of my mind, i have commemorated the sheets on which you've laid, i have memorized your scent, absorbed each of your touches. and the words you have said. 

i see everything and think of you. in restful dreams where i see with eyes closed, there's you, only you. and most nights i like to imagine you next to me. and by morn the thought becomes bigger. i wish thoughts could turn into people as people turn into thoughts.