No, I don’t like love.
I loooooove love.
I love the tingling feeling I get when I see that smile.
I love waking up to a shower of kisses.
I love how he makes me feel safe.
I love daydreaming about us, in the future.
I love being able to finish his sentences, still.
I love being able to believe in someone fully, other than myself.
I love having to make 5 extra meals a day, do 2 more loads of laundry a week, and wash twice as many dishes every single day.
I love saying stupid things to hear that laugh, to know I can make someone happy.
I love feeling like there’s emotions I can’t control, ones way beyond my reach. (and feeling like even if I could reach them, I would still probably let them be.)
I love knowing I make a difference to someone, that I bring out the best in someone, in him.
I love being in love,
I love love itself,
and I love being able,
to fully love another.