I used to believe was in the little moments.

In the late night talks,

And the early morning secrets.

But those sweet moments were just bait,

And like a lamb to slaughter I accepted.

Your advances were innocent enough,

The lies falling from your lips like melted chocolate.

Like waves crashing against the shore I was overwhelemd yet estatic by your feelings for me.

But after those first few weeks, things began to change.

I believed at first that your love was simply hard to understand,

That I would be the one to change you for the better.

But I wasn't, and you didn't.

You demanded more and more,

Giving me nothing in return.

I broke free one night,

The chains you shackled me with collapsing around me.

I left it alone after that,

that elusive concept called love.

Until you came along.

The locks around my heart crumbling one by one.

And now I understand.

Love is in the little things.

It is the late night study sessions.

The late night talks.

The way you treat your family.

The way your eyes sparkle when you speak on your passions.

Love is elusive,

And I found it with you.