When Did I Stop Being Enough?

A Poem by Oliver Lee

I thought I was enough?

I remember the first time I saw your face. It gave me a reason to get up in the morning. I remember the first time we spoke to each other. I was so nervous I could feel my heart in my throat beating so fast and so loud I thought I was having a heart attack. I remember our first dance. I held you closer than I've ever held anything before because I couldn't explain how much you meant to me, and I didn't know any other way how. I was afraid for so long to let go because what if I let go and you ended up drifting away? I remember our first kiss. The way you held me tight like we were both falling down and I was, I did, I fell for you more times than I could count because I fell for you every single time you smiled and coincidentally, every time you saw me I was flashed that gorgeous smile of yours. I remember your skin. It was paler than mine, softer than mine, more beautiful than mine. The way our fingers intertwined together like an intricate puzzle no one but us could solve. The way you squeezed my hand tight when I was anxious because no one cared more than you did, and you refused to let go until you were sure I was okay. I remember that too. I remember our first "I love you". I remember the last. I remember the way you said my name like it was the rarest of all beauties. I remember the way you licked your lip after we'd kissed as if you were trying to taste every last bit of what we had , and when it was gone I left you craving for more. I remember everything. When did I stop being enough?