I knew you.  Knew who you were. We talked on occasion. At times I liked to pretend that there was something more to our relationship. But you and I both knew we were acquaintances at best. 

Then one day you showed up at my door with a gleam in your eye and the keys to the world in your hand, and life has never been the same. I didn’t know where you would take me or what we would do. I only knew I wanted to be there with you, in the crook of your arm, looking up into your face. Your eyes. 

How could I have known you felt this way about me? And how could I have not known? How was I to know you had been waiting, watching for a moment to tell me, to let me into your world? And how was I not aware of it?

Song of Solomon 2:10,  Revelation 3:20, I John 3:16