Christmas came early last year.
It was a chilly Sunday night when we first kissed
On October 15th.
My heart jumped outside my chest,
It was ecstasy!
A masterpiece eight weeks in the making.
The door was finally open
And we took a step forward.

Much like the holiday period,
There were fireworks and musical undertones,
A warm embrace, an imaginary mistletoe,
And a small pink present.
The tag read “Open me”.
So you gently unwrapped my ribbon,
Only to discover a puzzle inside.
Its pieces scattered around,
Further inviting you to make sense of the mess.

Patience is key,
But your determination grew stronger.
You began to lift my puzzle pieces
-One by one-
You played and arranged them in different formats,
Anticipating some logic that interlinks them all.
As the bigger picture gradually appeared,
You ran out of pieces.

I am an unfinished story.
My ink does not run out.
I fold, unfold, expand and withdraw.
My voice sharpens and then it evaporates.
I take deep dives into the unknown.
Sometimes I get scared and abstain,
Others I commit and let go of my regrets.
I don’t need your or anyone’s approval.
I only ask for acceptance and respect.
I am who I am, who I was and who I will be.