(A/N; this is actually from many many months ago. 4/18/15 I believe.)
The words "I love you" are so broad.
It could be a person to their other half.
Or a person to their best friend.
It could be a father to a child.
Or a brother to a sister.
Or someone to their moirail at 1 AM in the morning.
Or someone to their date friend at an ungodly hour of the morning after a night spent by just talking together.
And sometimes, I love you isn't in the form of words. Sometimes its in the actions.
Maybe its in a kiss.
Or a whisper.
Or a tickle fight.
Or spilled Faygo.
Or the simple act of walking to a bathroom to wash your face.
The words I love you are only a small representation of their definition.
No words can truly describe the feeling of waking up on a rainy Friday morning to a phone call from Colorado.
Or the feeling of waking up after talking the whole night away with the person you absolutely undoubtedly love more than you've ever loved anyone before.
And maybe its the simple little kiss that a Father places on his child's forehead, and the small "goodnight" that follows.
Maybe its a pillow, or a reminder to take your Lexipro.
But one thing is for certain,
Love is a strange thing.
