Before him, I thought there was
a cap on how much love
one person could exude.

I thought of it logically,
as if love was a
quantitative substance you
could measure in a lab.

I was confused and jealous
for a long time because
I thought his love for others
outweighed his love for me,

Thats ridiculous, he would say.
Love isn’t measured that way.
How so then? I argued,
Liters? Inches? Centimeters? Miles?

I suppose, he said, it’s measured
in the number of times
I can make you smile.