There are moments you wait for
Where life hands you these seconds, which turn into incredibly wonderful every nerve exposed minutes. Creating lifetimes of moments.
The fireworks in your chest kinds of moments.
Standing under cathedral paintings in Rome and wondering how someone human made something so unearthly and raw kind of moments.
We feel.
We create.
We inspire love.
So, why can't I tell you that you make me feel as though I'm lying under the Tuscan sun with sand in every fingertip? I smile like the Mona Lisa every time your hand touches mine.
I feel.
I create.
I love.
Do you?

She wasnt the girl who you fell in love with, she was the girl you never had to fall in love with, she was just there one day, and there she stayed.  To you she looked a little different, laughed a little different, smiled a little diffrent, but for some reason you liked the way she danced to John Mayer at 4 pm in the living room. You loved that she was diffrent. You loved that the stars above her bed were the only thing that could soothe her. Sock sliding across her linoleum floor was your favorite sport to play. You Could survive without her, but you didn't want too.