Love
Love is the safety of your palm on my skin that says everything is alright, the feeling of being grounded but when our lips meet letting it soar. Then giant butterfly I get whenever you kiss my ring finger, the way you giggle at your own farts. Playfighting into crying laughter, and not feeding me moths. The three kisses I get every morning, and the one before we sleep. Cuddles anytime and anywhere. The gentle shove you give me walking around a supermarket.
I could go on forever, but as our forever grows so does the list.
Love you

















