To my lover

Let me keep this sweet and as simple as I can.
My love, you've beaten me to many things in our relationship.
You kissed me first. You asked me out. You "loved" me first. You took me in first. You confided in me first.
I still remember those conversations. They seem farther away then they are, but I still remember them.
Well, I wanted to try and beat you to something for once. I'm still trying.
I like to think that I liked you first. That I talked to you first. That I wanted you most.
I don't think so anymore though.
You said yourself that you kind of wanted to just talk to me more that night.
And it was you who pulled me aside to say hi first.
Its you who misses me even when I'm there.

Is it wrong of me to be scared of my happiness?
To be scared of how much I need you now?

I like to think I was the first one...
Who stole your heart completely and took it for my own...
Then cradled it softly and offered you mine in return...
Before hiding it away in the safest of places I could imagine...

Your hands.