The start, the most awkward place to find your self. Sweaty palms while butterflies fly feverishly in your stomach, so nervous you dare not speak, fearful that one might fly out your mouth. The start is also the most exciting time, the grass is a lush green and the sun shines unadulterated.

But the forecast always changes. Loving you has been cloudy, rainy, and there have been crackling thunderstorms but the lightening, the electricity always keeps my coming back. We aren’t at the start anymore. We’re somewhere hopelessly in the middle, but we are in love, so I could stay here awhile. Tomorrow is uncertain and sour, especially when today tastes so sweet. Your Kindness warms me, your Caring comforts me, and your Love strengthens me. I find myself ripening to any precarious future that may loom knowing you will by my side and I yours.