i'm in love with my best friend
i'm in love with her hair, long and curly and untamed, her light brown eyes, her unfaltering, possibly fake grin, her ivory skin and the few beauty marks lined on her body
i'm in love with her voice, her loud and obnoxious, sporadic laughter, the way she sounds when she cries, how she sighs, and how her singing gives me goosebumps
i'm in love with her words, her inflections, her strength in music and in simple lines on pages
i'm in love with the way she crumbles. she is my supernova, exploding, shining brighter than the sun ever could. she fades but she returns.
i'm in love with the tears, her strange addictions, her long hands that once held me carefully
and though i can't have her now
the way she holds me in my dreams is enough to keep me grounded
♡
I finally have a picture of you,
taken by a photographer and put in the newspaper and online,
for a competition we entered together that always gets noticed by our local press.
I stood behind the photographer, and you stood next to one of my friends,
cutting Styrofoam with her,
while I was about to start painting.
You told her to look like she was working,
but enjoying it at the same time.
She's never complacent, so she whined instead.
I looked at you from the other side, laughing,
and you were looking at me, doing the same.
In the picture, you are smiling a little,
looking down sightly, but with cheeks a little red,
and she looks disinterested, cutting carefully while you stand supporting the Styrofoam.
I smiled as soon as I saw it.
You're so beautiful.
♡
I love how you use proper grammar while texting.
I love how you don't act like your so deep and emotional and romantic, but you are.
I love how you work hard but you're gentle.
I love how you touch, how incredibly soft your lips are and the taste of the metallic from your tongue ring.
I love your bright eyes that cripple me the second I feel them on me.
I love everything about you.
Never change anything.
You're perfect just the way you are.
I wish you could see that.
I wish you'd let me show you.
♡
A 4 year old just explained love perfectly.
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." Terri - age 4
