I didn’t think I would love you the same as I did before,
When we—I first, as if jumping out of an airplane, without a parachute,
Not thinking of the consequences of falling in love with you
Of all people—
And you, gently dipping your toe into water to check
Whether or not you’d freeze in there
If you took a swim.
You don’t make me laugh like you used to;
The conversations we have are nothing like the ones before.
It feels as if something died,
But that’s not to say that what we had was bad—
Not at all;
But, like all things, it must change,
It must adapt,
And it has,
And if I knew this is how it would be…
I wouldn’t have changed a thing,
Because I don’t love you like I did before,
I love you way more.