I wonder what it would feel like if you
loved me in the same way that I love you,
calling just to say I’m on your mind
or writing me drawn out amorous poems.

I wonder what it would feel like if you
loved me in the same way that I love you,
with thoughts of me overtaking your beauty sleep
or making it impossible to crave any other.

I wonder what it would feel like if you
loved me in the same way that I love you,
effortlessly giving your all because anything less would be average
or living as if every single day was still the honeymoon stage.

I wonder what it would feel like if you
loved me in the same way that I love you,
realizing that one weekend of not speaking can slowly turn into our weak end
or remembering who's truly important even on the busiest of days.
I wonder what it would feel like..

Then my wonder begins to wander as I slowly whisper to myself
the only line I remember from that purple book sitting on my nightstand,

“Everyone loves differently.”