It's incredible, really, such a thing should break me. But instead I think it might just make me. Hands splayed over hips the moment I knew today was different for me and you. I wanted to laugh and I wanted to cry and I wanted to know how and I wanted to know why, but then all that mattered was the magic that's us and the pure beauty of your soft touch as I told you the way I thought it might be, your face lit up with curiosity. With wonder in your eyes, you stroked my skin with a thousand wishes for within and our hands clasped together over the mystery of love. For once, we were just enough and you held me and said it would be alright, but baby I've already won this fight. It's not just this complex reality, its not just this new sense of mortality, its life and its many possibilities and how only know I can definitly see all of them crowding and pulling our hands as we march together, a little love band. This is perfection, and this is how it will be the way I see it in the future of me. We'll sit and we'll wonder and we'll trace the world upon the stomach of our little boy or girl.
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