you enamored me from the first time we met

two and a half years ago today

I wonder what your hands feel like

are they rough and calloused?

accumulated from all your hard work of the last decade?

I wonder what it feels like to run a finger across the palm of your hand?

the intersecting lines acting as a guide to my journey through you

from the day of your birth

to when you took your first steps

where you call home

your first pet

who your first love was

and if they were your first kiss?

or even your first heartbreak perhaps?

if not them then who?

how was that experience for you?

when was the first time you drank?

were you hungover the morning after?

what’s the most juvenile thing that you’ve done?

I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours

tell me one regret that you may have

and if it’s the only thing you regret in this life

speaking of life, when was a turning point for you?

what are your hopes for the future?

is there a dream you have yet to accomplish?

your biggest fears?

what makes you cry and why?