love, or what i thought it was

i love you, and i don’t mean in the way that i love new socks, or the rain on the windows.
or the way i love crime dramas and poetry.
i mean in the way the stars love the moon, how they only seem to sparkle when she is
there with them.
the way the leaves fall in love with the ground as soon as they start to turn rusty colours.
the way the waves adore the shoreline, softly caressing the sand with tender strokes

i love you, and i don’t mean in the way that i love anyone else, or that anyone has
ever loved anyone.
i love you in the strongest most overwhelming way that it drowns me in a tidal wave
every day.
i love you in a way that can’t even be put into words, nothing i say will ever do it justice.
i love you the way i love you and whether that will ever be enough, i don’t know.
the only thing i do know is that i love you and you love me.
i think. i hope.
and that will always be more than enough for me.

april ⋅ 2016