i was waiting for him.
since i was very small, i knew he was coming.
when my friends endlessly searched for the "one", i waited.
i thought he had come, a time or two.
but when he arrived, i knew.
i didn't see fireworks.
i didn't daydream about our wedding.
i didn't even cover my notebook with his last name.
i just felt...complete.
i didn't even know that my whole life, i was living a little less whole.
until it felt different.
and i knew.
he had finally come.
and i was whole.
and i was in love.
and i saw fireworks.
and had a beautifully perfect wedding day.
and i signed babys' birth certificates with his last name.
and here we are...
over a decade later...
i love you, mr. castro.
you make me happy when clouds are black.