i loved the smell of my house on thanksgiving morning.
and the look of barely noticeable white snowflakes as they hit the pavement in the winter time.
i love my dog ollie and his wet little nose that would bump me on my thigh for a cuddle when he knew i had a stressful day.
and lastly,
i loved my mom— who loved my dad who loved our little house in our little town.
through all the love that i expressed around me, all i wanted was to love and be loved.
mom says i get caught up in things too easily, and that my head gets wrapped around the smallest of ideas quicker than they form.
dad says i day dream too much, that i imagine perfect places and perfect people in a perfect world. and that the world is far from perfect, scary even. but that's what love is for, to protect you like a big blanket of clouds from the worst and darkest of times.
and if you'd ask me i'd say they're both right.
because i like seeing the good in things and people, even if at first they're hard to see.
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the number 8
Romance❝ what's your obsession with the number 8 anyways? ❞ ❝ 8 means love ❞ - a story in which a girl has a strange obsession with love, particularly number 8, she then meets a boy who doesn't believe in love.