love is
the smell of sunscreen
warm cement under your feet
dancing to an old record
midnight snacking on the kitchen floor
classic movie marathons, wood floors
and bay windows, laughing til you cry,
crying until you laugh,
the realization that you don't know
everything, the realization that you want to, love is painful, love is
perfect, love is everything.
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Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.
