maybe this is love after all

i've fallen in love. at least i feel like so. he gives me no heart attacks. no butterflies when we meet. but i long for every hug, for every touch, for every do you need a hand? he does not have eyes like the sky, nor thick curly hair to run one's fingers through. his breath is actually quite bad especially when he smoking. i don't know if i'm in love, because i can see his flaws. i believe i might not be, because i don't lay awake in bed night after night. i've never loved anybody because of how they treated me but then again i've never loved anyone the way i love him.

yet it feels so good when he leans in closely, closely, when i'm sad. oh and the way he says my name. and it feels so good being the first one he calls when he needs help.as i grope for the light switch he says nevermind and puts a warm hand on my back, he'd rather guide me through the dark than let me walk alone in the yellow light. it may be quiet but in our heads we talk, and a hand on a back easily becomes an arm around a waist. i feel safe with him, and being close to him is what i always find myself pursuing.

we found each other instantly, cookie. we should probably stick around.
maybe this is love after all.

happy anniversary love ♥