He wore glasses,
and had brown eyes.
His smile was silly,
and his laugh was awkward.
He'd never had a girlfriend.
I'd never had a boyfriend.
He'd never kissed anyone.
Neither had I.
We'd never been in love before.
Slowly, his brown eyes,  so simple, became beautiful and precious to me.
His silly little smile made my heart feel so fuzzy, like it was pumping fluff through my veins.
His awkward laugh put a smile across my face, that was never seen by anyone else.
He made me laugh my awkward laugh.
He told me he loved me.
I realized I loved him too.
I was in love, but so unsure what it meant, what love was.
But now I knew.
Love is when you call me a night, telling me how much you love me.
Love is when we used to be best friends, and then suddenly, I looked at you, and everything changed.
Love is when I'm with you, and we're alone in a giant crowd.
Love is when just thinking about you gives me that smile.
Love is everything we are and everything we will be.
Love is being so young, but feeling such feeling you've never felt.
Love is when you first held my hand, and I blushed, is this how this works?
Love is a nervous and awkward first, second, third quick kiss, we can save everything else for marriage.
Love is a beautiful thing.
Love is you and me, and a starry night.

Remember when I ran a cheese grater over the maps
Told you traveling scared me to death
- I changed after you shipwrecked my soul against the walls of your heart
How lucky I am that
Souls can't be created or destroyed
They are always something, in one form or another
And I am so happy
Because this raft of driftwood has made an adventurer of me

You live a life not quite worth living.
Tell me, how is it befitting
to dance around and laugh all day
yet, underneath, house all this pain?
It isn't right to cry at night
And in the morn' say it's alright.
Pretending life is worth your while:
That, my dear, is called denial.
If you can laugh and dance at day,
Then surely you can stand to say
That laughing isn't half the fun
When you're laughing alone without anyone.
And dancing by yourself can be
Anguish no one ever sees.
If you can stand to do all this,
You're strong enough to invent bliss.
But when you smile it doesn't hide
The agony you feel inside.
And your dancing isn't giddy steps;
It's pain inside your lost heart's depths.
Dancing solemnly with a ghost of a grin,
You're waiting for this life to end.
But to say this is life would be a lie;
This is just what happens before you die.