Maybe,
to us,
love
is;;
Those inside jokes and bus rides,
the camp fires and laughing until you can't
breathe. Those long
conversations about nothing. The hugs and
the passing 'hello's in the hallway. The moment you
make eye contact and he knows exactly what you're
thinking. Playing Go Fish at 3am and having
him try to snag a look at your cards, and catching
fireflies. The fact that you notice
everything
about him -his goofy smile
or the scar above his eye- or the fact that he hates
pictures and only
takes them with you. The "hello
beautiful"s, or the nights you spend listening to
music
(comfortable in the silence) The shaky holding of a hand;
because you're both nervous. Walks in
the woods at night. Hugs around the waist, and
kisses on the forehead. Canoe rides, and
canoe
tippings, snowball fighting. The late night text
conversations.
Maybe
it's
all
of that,
wrapped
into
one,
that
makes
love
so absolutely,
completely
perfect*
