"I get it."

My eyes rested on my palms, my elbows on my knees as I sat on the sofa. You kneeling in front of me.

I do my best not to show you my tears. I try my best to not be upset. I know I'm being irrational. But it comes to you, I can't help it. You mean so much to me. You are gravity, you keep me here, you keep me grounded. You didn't tell me you weren't well because you care for me.

It hurts that you won't give me the same courtesy, because you drilled in me that you need to know when I'm not fine.

"We're not fighting," I added.

I hear you breathe out in agreement as you caress my arm.

We already had this discussion last night. But as you were sleeping and as I was making breakfast I remembered.

Before I knew it, I started crying. All I can think about was why didn't I notice. That I'm selfish. That I don't deserve you.

So here we are now. A burned egg on the pan and you finding me crying first thing in the morning.

I placed my hands on your shoulders, took a deep breath, and opened my eyes. I saw your face and saw concern written all over it. Fuck, I didn't want to make you upset too.

With a teary smile, I whispered, "Shut up and kiss me already."

Before I even finished my sentence you kissed me, pulling me into your arms.

You feel so good. Having you feels so good.

I pushed back and placed my lips on your ear.

"Stay..."

You held me tighter.

"Forever..." You breathed on my ear.