I started falling for you over a "harvest moon", felt heavy and scared as the same moon spilled over the ocean, and blurted that I loved you in the following month. Love, the verb.

It's been a year and a bit since then, and, despite all of the shit that we've been in and through and done to each other, I still know that we've stumbled upon something fantastic. I am so grateful that my love for you is reciprocated, even when I'm mr. hyde. tx3. —Raisin fox