Sucker

The caret is blinking on my screen, urging me to click letter after letter as I try to create a post about the story of us. 

Yet minutes later, I find myself mesmerized by your B/W JPEG on my screensaver. Lost in your eyes. 

You'd been gazing right at me as I took the picture, mumbling about my annoying penchant for snapping you at the oddest of times.

I was being silly- joking in the most serious of times, you had told me as I took several snapshots, definitely getting that smile to reach your eyes. You're so beautiful, and I beg you to indulge me as I devote myself a sucker for you.

My goofiness ain't it, you keep saying. Yet your eyes tell me you'd keep me goofy all our lives. You said you'll die first before losing me. I believed you. You could've lied in my face, and I'd be damned if I fail to admit how great you are at it. You made me royalty. Yours mostly.

Once you caught me in your arms and backed me up against a wall, your breath fanning my neck as you whispered ever softly to me. I love you. That was what I wanted to say. You said it first. And I couldn't breathe for a full minute.Intensity doesn't begin to qualify what we share. It's wild.

When lovers speak of love, remember me as the one your heart goes into atrial fibrillation for. I know mine is yours, and all I ever want is die a sucker for you. 

QJ.

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