I love old books with folded pages and highlighted sentences because you felt sincere passion when you read it.
I love poems that leave the taste of sadness and heartbreak lingering in your mouth and songs that sound like falling in love.
I love thunderstorms and falling asleep to the sound of raindrops whispering "you're not alone anymore."
I love boys with tired eyes and messy hair and girls with loud laughs and lips dripping with alcohol.
I love the powerful effect of words; the way they can shatter you all at once or sew you back together again.
I love warm, cozy libraries that consume my every thoughts and the color blue.
But even then, I don't think I'll ever love anything as much as you and the way you look when you're laughing and looking back at me.