i love you the way misery loves me

before we met, i knew you in a dream.

you had a different name, or you didnt have one at all. it didnt matter much to me. your eyes were the same, and the way you laughed. the way your smile was a little crooked, and how it never failed to charm me. you were who the poets wrote about, i was sure, and the only good thing you could ever find in my head.

then i saw you dancing.

you wouldnt have stood out to most, but when i looked at you, you almost glowed against the crowd. in the subtle movement of your hips was the music, and in your carefree expression you let go of the world. 

there was some kind of familiarity in the way you noticed me, too. in the way you spoke to me, and asked me if i wanted to leave with you, because “this place is dead anyway.” i nodded in silent agreement, because i couldnt imagine what it would look like without you.

i found something in your touch that night. it was more than allure. the way your fingers held onto mine told me comfort, told me love. the solidity of it all told me i wasnt just dreaming of you. the way i never wanted to let go told me that id trade anything for living this over and over again.

youre so beautiful when you dance.