The Stages of Love
To think you only experience it once is the biggest lie ever told.
I thought I had felt love at the age of five.
The hair on my favorite doll ruined,
The Florida sun drying up my tears.
I assumed I felt love when I was ten.
The handlebars of his bike digging into my thighs,
My body numb to the pain.
I believed I had felt love at fifteen.
Her face covered in darkness,
Her laugh echoing throughout the night.
But looking at you,
Looking at me,
Looking at the ocean,
I know truly and indefinitely that I am in love.