A beautiful feature post by Single Strides.
I want to know that if I were to love you, I’d see it in your eyes before I heard it in your voice. I want to know that if I were to need you, you’d be running through the door before I ever asked. I want to know that if I were to want you, you’d be holding my hand tighter than before. I want to know that if I were to fall, you would not catch me, but would drop down and lay beside me… Forever equals on un-solid ground.
I want to know that if I were to burn of passion, you’d be the one fueling the fire and keeping it lit for eternity. I want to know that if I was to disappear, that you would be where I was going before I arrived. I want to know that if tears were to fall, you would save each one forever as a reminder of how you’ll never let me feel. I want to know that if the world begins to crumble, you would hold me and cajole me into not being afraid.
I want to know that you would smile every morning waking up beside me. I want to know that you would fall asleep with gratefulness and never cheat on it with doubt. I want to know that the sound of my laugh would make your heart race and that my smile would weaken your knees.
I don’t want to know who you were with before me. I don’t want to know where you’ve been and what you’ve said before I arrived. I’ll know you, truly, the moment we fall in love and I see straight through you to your heart. I don’t have an interest in knowing about the life that existed before ours began.
Because I want to know where we are going. I want to know that the steps I make will be in unison with yours. Traveling by never asking for consent or doubting a movement, because no step can be in the wrong direction if we’re treading it together. I want to know what our lives together hold.
I want to know that if I ever questioned myself, I could find the answer in your heart. I want to know that if life were to appear uneasy, you would not think to leave. I want to know that the thought of a tesseract bereft of me is a fear you could not mortally face.
I don’t want to know about the material things you’ve come to possess, or the finances that existed in your head. I don’t want to know about the concrete forces of cash or levels of your contacts. I don’t want to know about your list of mistakes or your resumes. I don’t want to know what you use to think about love.
Because all I want to know is what you think about it now. I want to know that this, this very thing, is keeping you alive. That the concrete, the material, the past, the vices and the wiles… They are but a pauper’s treasure in comparison to this, this very thing. I want to know that you believe this to be true, without ever being told.
I want to know that I would be your weakness as much as you would be my Kryptonite. I want to know that we’d live in the present, always, and never waste a moment or an excuse to kiss. I want to know that you would be the whiskey to my diet coke; drunk off love even when we’re sober.
I want to know that if I were to love you, forever wouldn’t be a word, but it would be a future.
I don’t want to know what forever means. I just want to know that I’ll live in it with you.
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