I.
When you came home that day, you brought with you a tornado and it swept, oh it swept up everything I had hidden away those years and coaxed me out of my carefully constructed cocoon.
And I wanted to be so entirely ready, knowing just when to look up from my novel, the right time to sweep you into my arms and shower you with kisses, choosing exactly when to hesitate and when not to so there would never be an uncomfortable moment when you return, cooking a meal for you every night (just in case) and waiting for you.
Still, you kissed me with such urgency and indecency that I knew you truly, terribly needed it – needed me right then, there was no time for words or questions and I should've remembered that with you, the most intricately assembled plans can break down into nothing but wasted time.
II.
There had been countless others before me that you had left without any regrets: girls with beautiful flaxen hair and bright smiles, boys with competitive personalities, ones who were voluptous and without problems. I was the fluke.
That was why when you came to me again and again, still bearing that fiery smile and treating me as if I was an actual friend and even asked me about my classes that day, I became confused. I asked you repeatedly to not do this to yourself, that I wasn't the one for you and you would only be wasting your time because after the laughter had run out, the fact would still remain that I was someone unapproachable and appalling.
Even after you had seen it - that creature I had kept invisible from you, rise with a deafening howl, you howled along with me and stood your ground, and despite my claws on your skin, you embraced me tenderly afterwards without any hesitation and assured me through your kisses that you had not been wrong in letting yourself fall in hopeless, bottomless love with me.