How I fell in love with you

Your passion. It lights up the room. I don’t even have to know what you’re talking about, but I want to know, I want to understand. I want to know what makes you this happy.

I may not know much or even anything about your passions. Music. Boats. Art. Whatever it is for you. But I do know that it makes your eyes light up, and so I want to know more. Sometimes I don’t understand. I would ask, but I hate to interrupt. You’re so animated, excited, the smile on each part of your face. You’re showing me, telling me, being for me.

I’ll admit, sometimes I stop hearing the words. Maybe you’ve gone deep enough that I can’t understand, even seeming like you’re speaking a different language. Maybe it’s more than I am able to remember. But it makes me so happy to see how happy you are, and to hear the excitement in your voice.

You ask me if I’m boring you. You say you’ve been droning on and on. You look embarrassed, and the joy fades from your eyes. Please don’t. I may never be a part of it, but it’s a part of you.

I love every part of you.

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