I love the ocean

I love the crystalized blue in her gaze

the way that the wind makes her hair flow like a wave

I want to share to the world how beautiful she is,

but it isn’t that easy.

When I look at her, 

I want to run up to her 

throw myself in her arms

I want to kiss her

I want to love her

I want to hold her

and never let go

When I hear her voice,

I feel wanted.

She is my safespace

She doesn’t get annoyed with me

She tries to understand my interests.

She said she finds it cute when I’m like this

No one has done that before.

She is different.

I love the idea of teaching her how to dance

In some ways, us dancing seems more beautiful than theirs

Our two dresses rippling against each others 

Our heels elongating our extensions

I love how my dress isn’t clashing against pants

I love how my shoes match with hers

and how they aren’t being paired with flats.

People may sit and judge

They haven’t seen a love like ours

They may not take us seriously

however,

as they gauge in the corner of the room,

we can keep dancing

they can’t see the amount of trust behind every step,

the way that our bodies align,

and the way that we put our whole self into the arms of the other,

as I look up at her,

I can forget all about them,

and return back to my safe space

back to my ocean.