This Must Be Love

What’s going on in that beautiful mind? You’re back and forth, not making any sense. One minute you’re mine and I’m yours; we’re happy and might as well be frolicking through a meadow of flowers.

Then you’re gone. You distance yourself from me, and you won’t let me in to help whatever it is you’re fighting. You won’t speak, you won’t eat. You sit there, staring at the wall, and you won’t let me in. I’ll help you, you know, in your darkest times. I can promise that I’ll always be there, no matter what happens to us.

But through all of this, you’ve got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down. I’m trying to figure you out, to make sense of who you are, but I can’t. Please, just let me in.

Do I need to prove to you just how into this I am? How when I fall asleep each night, wrapped around you, I drift off with a smile on my face, because you’re there. How when I wake up, it’s only to see you, to be able to place a smile on that face of yours.

If you do need assurance, I’ll gladly tell you. Everything about you I absolutely adore. The way your hair won’t stay put, how your eyes crinkle and sparkle when you’re happy. When you laugh, I can’t help but to feel giddy and want to jump around. When you’re focused on something and just block out the world, I can’t help be envy that, because it’s not an easy thing to do. Or when you’re indecisive and ask me for help, because I enjoy feeling needed.

I adore that you’re caring, that you’ll help anyone who asks for it. That you give your all, even if that might not be much. That you have your loyalties, but know when it’s best to break them.

I’m not too sure what I’m feeling, but I know that this must be love. In fact, that’s what I’m trying to say, I know. I love you, I truly do. And please, let me help you, like you’ve helped me.