When I say “I love you.” I’m not saying I just love you. I’m telling you, I love everything about you with everything that I have.
I love your face.
I love your hands, even if you don’t like the calluses on your palms.
Your collar bones, even though they hurt when I lay my head on your freckled shoulders.
I love the way your tongue goes to the left side of your lips when you’re focused playing Call of Duty.
I love the way your nose fits perfectly behind my ear when you’re laying behind me in bed.
I love the way you grab my hand in public when you know I feel uncomfortable with the surroundings.
I love the color of your hair in the Winter.
And the way it feels between my fingers.
But I love the color even more when it’s Fall, when all the leaves falling from the tree are all the shades that make up every one of your strands.
I love the way you kiss me before letting your eyes focus to the morning light.
I love the way you kiss me in the dark even when you can barely see me before we fall asleep.
But there is one thing that I hate. I will hate this forever. I hate that no matter what will happen between us. If you crush me, break me, chew me up, and spit me out, that I will not be able to hate you. I won’t be able to hate one little thing about you even though I know I should.
Because like I said,
I love you.
No matter what.
the past is a strange place
cops on bikes used to transport criminals like this
this guy worked as an alarm for waking people up
one wheel motorcycle
pin-boys who manually lined pins up
baby cage for families who wanted their kids to get enough sunlight
zoo-keeper showering a penguin
But who woke up the guy that woke everyone else up
That is the question