I love him.  I've loved him since the night we sat on that swing pouring out every piece of our hearts in October.
& its a love that wrecks and worries but it's also a heart that smiles and tickles and stares for no reason. It's a love that has you falling apart on a Saturday night but then it's a love that has you feeling blessed on that Sunday morning. It's a love that has left me with a damp cheek an empty bank account and angry nights. It's a love that makes me feel like the sky. Never ending ... mysterious but absolutely beautiful. He's not a dream he's real. Definitely real. And sometimes people say things like "why him" "Why can't you just leave him"
But I just laugh. I used to wish for a type of love like this. And out of all of the types of love it's a love that revives & forgives in the morning
It's not a love that holds grudges & walks out
I will always love your never shaved face, your long talks about music, rude jokes and all
Our love is revival
It makes each other new every morning with every smile and every look
It's a love that waits hours for a text and a love that makes life a little sweeter.  

It's a love that calls in the morning and says "I miss you. Even though I saw you last night"