Some believe it takes 4 minutes.
One minute to see you.
That morning with sunflowers as your crown. Your hand in mine like you fear nothing. And coffee that I can't make in the perfect way you do. That couch on your front porch and the music you love. Kisses I stole in a passing. Your smile.
Two minutes to recognise you.
Trip I took to Barcelona. Way I wished every text I got was yours. The way my smile didn't want to fall from my lips. Ache that didn't cease until I got back to you in the coffee shop with random things I wanted to give you and that bracelet I searched for for a week.
Three minutes to see your flaws.
Sadness behind your smile. Tiredness in your eyes when you lied your head on my shoulder. Your impatience at moments of my madness. Stubbornness you carried when I asked you to be mine. Anger in the seconds I worried.
Four minutes to love you despite of them.
