Love
It's the feeling when you stand at the altar looking into the eyes of your special someone.
It's the thing inside a mother when she looks at her new baby.
It's a six-year-old's handwritten card that they weren't forced to make.
It that happy feeling we get in our hearts when that one person passes us in the hall.
Love is when you drop a bunch of pencils and people run to help you pick them up.
When your friend keeps your secret even though she's dying to tell.
The smile from a stranger.
Love is when your friends offer to share their lunch when you forgot yours, and give you their dessert.
It's when someone remembers your birthda
Dear Raven-haired,
Fuck you. No, I didn't mean that. What I meant to say was, hi how are you? I think you're- .no no, I shouldn't say at all. Let me start over.
Dear Raven-haired,
You've known me your whole life, and I just want to say thank you. I also want to say that maybe I...no wait. Nevermind. That's wrong it's all wrong. Let me start over-... no I don't want to start over.
This is so hard for me to talk about. It's so awkward. I know this is exactly what you didn't want. You know that I'm crazy right? Right. I mean it comes with the job, right? So you're prepared for my craziness right? So, I should just say it.....I s