Trapped In The Margins

What does it mean to be happy in love?

I mean, truly happy. No asterisk.

I’ve been asking myself that question for longer than I can remember.

But then, you appeared.

I can’t forget the day that we met because I was absolutely terrified.

But then you looked at me.

So shy and awkward.

Your nervous laugh reminded me of my own.

That day you held me and you didn’t let go.

I thought to myself, who is this person?

I don’t know you.

But it didn’t matter because I didn’t know myself either.

And now my life has changed since you’ve been a part of it.

I know that I’m failing to capture your beauty in words.

But I will with time.