there's just something about the way she holds your hand. maybe it's just the security you feel as you see her eyes meet yours, glittering from the sun rays and sparkling with a lovers contempt. it could be how she passes you, drifting, deep in thought about ideas you'll share tonight with a hot cup of cocoa in between you. the way she falls asleep watching your favourite movie. the joy you try to surpass as she steals your sweatshirts. the everlasting smell of strawberries on your clothes. how you believe your bodies morph into one when having sex, but know you are clouded by the pretty picture love has painted. there are steps before you transcend into loves pit. the small talk exchanged over a cup of coffee. your eyes impossibly roaming throughout her.
