Love is a strong word, one that both of us don’t like much. It means a lot of things people have decided it should mean. They shouldn’t get to choose what we mean, should they? So I won’t say I love you.
I like you a lot. I like…
breathing next to you when the morning light filters in through the glazed window pane, lighting up the furrows of your face,
sitting next to you, as you hum a song I’ve never heard before, and one I won’t ever forget now,
the way we walk together, slightly apart, and yet it feels like the air has entwined our fingers, never to let go,
our silences, and the crazy conversation, not having to pretend to be sane.
I like the fact that I don’t mind making an effort for you,
I like ‘Us’, and how effortless it is.
For as long as we have each other, and for an eternity,
Thank you for being a part of my life.