Loving you is like fireworks erupting inside me whenever your name pops up on my phone, or I see your face after a long day at work, the same fireworks which exploded the first day we met, the ones which have lit up the darkest of skies. Loving you is like wonder, like laying in the back of a pick-up truck, how heads together, our bodies touching, watching the stars fill the emptiness. Loving you is like counting constellations, like finding hidden spots in crowded places, where we can just bask in the silence of being together, of not needing words, of only needing each other. Loving you is like your hand reaching out for mine in the quiet, like your cool fingers brushing against my palm, sending ripples throughout my entire body.
