I’m in love with the idea
of falling in love:
the idea that one day you meet someone
your heart gets lit with a fire
that won’t stop burning
until a stranger of a human
becomes your new home.
The feeling that your future
sounds like footsteps
echoing in tandem
your lover in your stride.
I love everything about love.
I love hearing about the love my friends feel.
I love watching strangers hold hands at sunset.
I love old, married couples
that go to the same diner for breakfast every Sunday
asking for the extra packet of sugar.
They know how their lover takes their coffee:
light cream and extra sweet.
I love the idea of running through a rain storm
holding your lover’s hand,
laughing
becoming the water that drenches every inch of you.
I’m a hopeless romantic ;
the world is too beautiful not to be.