love is a hard thing to e x p l a i
n ;
all I know
about it is that when I'm with
you, things seem so simple. No one else
can make me laugh so hard my
stomach
hurts, or cry so hard I start to feel my
heartbeat in my forehead. You're
imperfect in so many ways, and that's
okay, because I don't think I could feel
the same way about you if
you weren't.
"Just You" gives me the butterflies every
time. I never want
to let
go, because the
person I am now is different. I'm always
happy. <--
I think
that's love.
