I couldn’t tell you how I felt. There I was, sitting in your truck in the passenger side, taking in the view of the incoming city lights. You were by my side, one hand on the wheel and the other gently rubbing the back of my left hand. All I could think about is how I’m not suppose to be here.

This wasn’t my plan at all – to meet you, to fall in love with you, to be here right now in this moment.

I wasn’t suppose to be there, that day. I wasn’t suppose to watch the sun sink and see that twinkle in your eyes, the ones that resembled the stars I gazed at and longed to be with. I wasn’t suppose to see constellations that made up who you are by the stories that you carried, I wasn’t suppose to collect them to reminisce right before bed. I wasn’t suppose to be there at all. Instead, I’m drawn further into the city on a Saturday night to your friends at the Yellow Rose. I closed my eyes, listening to your Ohio accent as you sing an old country song.

I was never one to put down roots and anchor myself to solid ground, I figure that not long after, I’d need replanting. I was constantly moving to the next pot, wondering what it felt like to stand still. But you – you felt like home and in no time, I was blooming. How am I suppose to know what to feel when you rescued me without even knowing that I needed saving?

Because I was suppose to be on a drive, alone. Like the night before. My ears were suppose to be ringing with heavy music to drown my thoughts out or help aid in a decision I shouldn’t make. If I didn’t find the warmth in the air so inviting, If I let the dogs out five minutes before, if I didn’t hesitate to grab my keys, if I didn’t ask you to stay – I wouldn’t be here, with you.

I never told you that, I couldn’t find a way to properly say thank you for existing because that day in the yard – I saw something in you. Something that I am seeing in this point in time, looking outside of your window and seeing those small specks of light in from buildings in the distance.

It’s hard to think about at times, how just your presence changed the course of my life. I sat there listening to you tell me how I did the same, how I’m the greatest thing that ever happened to you, how I make you the happiest you’ve ever been, how you have never felt a love like this before – when you have no idea the impact you’ve made simply by saying hello, by walking into my yard, and by caring for a stranger on one Sunday evening.

When I look back at you, you’re smiling. Drawing my hand up to your mouth and placing a gentle kiss, leaving behind a chill that swept through my body. You remind me once again, I should be here and stay, with you.