The Feeling of Loving You

Loving him was like that feeling you get when you're listening to Stubborn Love by the Lumineers, or the way honey looks when it's in the sun and has a golden shine to it. It was a warm and perfectly broken place to be. Loving him was like a Radical Face song blaring from the radio on a summer afternoon. Loving him felt like standing on a rooftop and yelling to the sunrise on a Spring morning.

Loving her was like that feeling when you wake up on the first warm day of Spring and you can practically smell the warm air. It was like being in a Radical Face song that never ended. It was like walking again. Loving him was like a Bon Iver song on a spring morning. Loving her felt like freedom from sickness and the way the waves lapped over the beach, washing all other cares away.