I think it's different for everyone. Love, I mean. You hear people saying how "love works in mysterious ways" and how "undefined it is".
And I guess it's true. Because that's how it was for us.
Our love was like two moons pulling the same tide. Our love boasted upon our chests and declared the internal thing that was eachother.
To say we loved out of beauty was to say that we didn't. No- we loved eachother uncontrollably, and that's how we felt with eachother. We got high on our words, like someone forgot to grab the sting and pull us back down.
We didn't care about coming down, because being high with you was the most wonderful feeling.
I often wonder how it would feel to be with you. To feel your hands caress my sides and your fingers prodding my hair. To feel your lips against mine and you holding on to me like you were too scared to let go cause you thought you might lose me.
And I thought about kissing you in the mornings and making you pancakes and a cup of tea. I thought about dancing in your kitchen in your t-shirt and you watching me and laughing. And I thought about your laugh and how cute it must sound.
We would talk about nothing and everything.
You'd take me to bookstores and dainty coffee shops with dim lit "OPEN" signs. I'd read to you and you'd hang on to every word as if were a thing that saved your life.
We'd watch the stars and get drunk on eachother, and you'd say how we were destined in the stars and the universe was our vast and beautiful love. And I'd kiss you and kiss you because you are so lovely. So lovely it is to be lovely with the one you love.
And I love you. With everything that I am, I love you.
