I am from the day we first met,

the silky black spring jacket,

the white cotton top and light blue jeans.

I am from our first kiss,

while laying in her white bed,

the one that neither of us thought existed.

I am from our first date,

the night when I asked, “Will you be my special someone?” and,

the night she said yes.

I am from the days we didn’t get along,

the days we felt separated,

the days when our friends didn’t accept us.

I am from the milestones in our relationship,

the ones we’ve checked off,

the ones that still yet to arrive.

I am from the the months together,

the days that intertwined,

the untold hours I’ve gotten to know her.

I am from her personality,

the one that shines so intensely,

I am from her.