I think that I’ve found out what it truly means to love.
It’s wild, and reckless, and crazy,
It’s passion.
It’s the picture of you
Throwing your head back laughing
Or giving me that little smile that only I see.
Or it’s us
Linking pinkies under the desk
Or taking on the phone at midnight.
Love is you,
And you are love,
And to me,
There isn’t a difference.
