In love with a boy who understands what the leaves say when they whisper in the wind,
Love that’s two cups of coffee gone cold because we decided to make love on the kitchen floor.
Love that makes you realize they're both your sunrise and your sunset,
And
Love that shows you places inside yourself that you never knew existed before.

It's the kind of love, where you feel the same way about them as you do when drinking the first sip of coffee each and every morning,
And where you want to play with their hair until they can't remember what their name is.

The sort of love that isn't ordinary at all, where you know they'll be making you weak in the knees on your 34th anniversary,
And you find yourself reciting the day you first met as your favorite day.
And,
Where you're homesick for that person the second you're apart.