I called out for love and it came in a stripped shirt. Love was white, Love had almond eyes.
Love liked parties.
Love was an island across, Love was a faint heart jumping into the void. It was city lights and mountain tops.
Love was a light through the cracks, the dew on a lazy summer day. Love was like summer —in my black car with the windows down.
Love laughed with me. Love played with my hair and rubbed my back. Love, surprised me.
Love made me curious. Love was adventure, it was trying authentic food in new restaurants. Love used chopsticks, Love taught me how.
Love was very supportive. Love was always proud of me. Love was a choice.
Love lied. Love said "I love you, but I'm busy." Love was cancelled plans, Love had no motivation. Love put me on hold.
Love left.
