Our vision of love was different.  Much that of our views on the phrase 'i love you' was.  
It was different because i clung to you every second that i can,  i give you all the warmth i can give.  I let my heart be visible to you.
I made sure to hug you extra tight on the bad days, hold your hand sligthly longer despite the hot weather.
I search high and low for ingredients of your happy meal.
I draw the curtain down, secure the lock and made sure the temperature is just right.
Because i know with just me cuddling you will let you know i love you.

Your vision of love was different.  Oh but it never made my love wavered.
The way you switched hand from holding my right hand, to my left, grumbling about the hot weather.
The little pat on my head, the way you made sure to leave one of your hoodies just so you can replace the one with your faded  scents.
You made sure to show me rather  than telling  me your views of love. Although there are times where I get long texts containing your pent up love. 'You make me really happy, you know that right?'
You don't say it,  but you made me feel so loved in ways I never have felt before.
To the point where I get scared of losing you. My last love,  my greatest downfall.

- kimin