in the end, we always return to people that were there in the beginning.
it's not the way they say your name,
it's not the way they smile.
it's not the way you can be yourself around them; or laugh
'til your
stomach aches. it's not the words they say to you, it's
not the things
they do. it's not the things they do for you, or how badly
you need them.
it's
all of the above, sweetie; and it's called
love.
