I can feel my face as it transitions, tiny muscles contracting, moving and changing as my head nods ever so slightly and my eyes gaze downward (not with embarrassment but for privacy) as my emotions spill across my face.
I am overcome with a childish light; I giggle as the words tumble from my lips.
I love you.
I am amazed by the purity and authenticity of my feelings. My desire to share, all of me, with all of her. Her love envelopes me; urging me to be strong, to be brave and to be free, while assuring me that my heart is safe in her hands. My body craves the intimacy that we share, a current that connects us with a rawness like I’ve never known.
A year later, and she still makes me giddy; my happiness, my joy and my truth are written all over my face, every damn day.
And I know, THIS is love.