small steps

Love is in that someone who’ll make you smile when you wake up in the morning. Whose hair you want to smell. The hand you want to hold in your sleep. The forehead you want to kiss. It’s in the waist where your hand belongs. Whose body fits snugly with yours in a cuddle.

Love is the place where you’ve both found your safe spot in this big, big world. Of unspoken promises and silent declarations. It’s in sharing a meal and two straws in a big glass. Or lips stained with ice cream and fussing over the colour of your M&Ms.

Love is the willingness to be completely stupid. To let go and remember how it’s like to be a kid again. It’s in pillow fights, tickling matches, piggyback rides and silly dances. It’s in the person who makes you pinch yourself.

Love is in warmer nights and breezier evenings. It’s in sharing the perfect song for rides with the windows down. It’s in hopping on and going nowhere. When you arrive, it’s at that place where the silence comforts you like how you remember it can. And how it always will.