the fall
it took him by surprise
loving her was unlike any hollyood film or book he had read
there was no fire in his belly when he saw her across the bar
he didn't feel the urge to take her home and rip off her sweater
it was a slow sweet fall,
like drowning in honey
it was in the way she giggled at the most ridiculous jokes
the sparkle in her eyes when talked about art
trapped in the tears that slipped down her cheeks when she looked at photos of her grandfather
and on that morning,
after the first time,
as he woke up next to her
the sunlight dancing in her hair
he knew then,
she was his forever