When I tell you your love mimics a spring morning, I don’t just mean the soft scent of wet grass that sparks a memory, or the birds who sing such perfect melodies. What I really mean is—your love is so pure that it nourishes me after a harsh winter. Providing sun beams to thaw the soil around me, massaging and unbinding my roots so I may bloom. You’re the perfect lingering cloud that protects my petals from burning. Shedding drops of yourself to feed and soothe me. Gosh you’re a beauty.
I love you more today than I did yesterday. And that’s just something you’re gunna have to live with—me, falling for you perpetually. Every day until the end of time. I hope that’s okay.
Okay bye. (: