past, present, and future of this love

You looked down at me. I looked up at you and stared into your beautiful caramel-colored eyes. The eyes I had been looking into since I was four years old. The eyes that held my happiness.

The desire right there was so strong. But as you bowed your head, your soft lips coming toward mine, time froze.

I thought back to the days we used to spend in the park, so young, such innocence.

I remember how you would push me from behind on the swing and then you would get on your own, and we would laugh together.

I remember the sleepovers when we would burrow under the covers and flick on a flashlight, long past our bedtime.

Remember that? And then our moms would giggle together and talk about how cute we were? So how did we get here?

I remember the parties where we would get too drunk, the party, where you told me you loved me. But that was never meant to be said. You were drunk.

So are you going to be the one who can take care of the kids? The dad who can love them? Or will you be drunk like you were that night when you told me you loved me?

But I can't pull away now, so I touch your lips to mine, and dive into the future of this love.