the first to appear behind my walls immediately and plant flowers in my soul’s garden
the first to see my edges and curves and caress every one of them curiously
the first to feel my skin and scars and know this is me because of them
the first to teach me freedom is not distance and give me room to leave and come back
the first to touch my heart and soul and love me like you do, like you are
the first I can spend a week with and not lose myself; the first to make me feel welcome in your life completely and to open doors I never knew existed; the first to make me want to stay and make me realize it is because together is better
Cara`s Melody 