it's been nine months of falling asleep with a blue glow washing over us because we've stayed up too late and the sun is starting to peek through cracks in the sky. it's been nine months of waking up to a squinting boy, oblivious to the hour, drinking up every extra second of sleep. it's been nine months of figuring out what makes you boil over, what makes you stir, and what makes you cool down. it's been nine months of unexpectedly drowning in a pool of you, of us, of everything i'd wanted but never thought i'd have. it's been nine months of learning to let my fingers dance over your shoulderblades, and yours to glide up my ribcage. it's been nine months of letting myself fall entirely in love with you, never growing tired of you, and wanting this to happen again and again, over and over, for as many months as humanly possible.