All the love songs I once dismissed now weave themselves into my heart, and suddenly, they make perfect sense. You are the love I feel utterly at home in, the kind that fits like a second skin. You are the shooting star I would chase with my bare hands, the snow that blankets my winters in quiet wonder, the warmth that cradles my autumns, and the sight I would always want to capture.
Loving you feels easy, and I always fall in love with the way we both find solace in each other, how no place feels safer than the warmth of your embrace. Loving you leads me to learn to love better, and I always love the way you never stop me from loving harder.
Loving you feels like breathing, and even just the sight of you makes me feel so alive. Loving you has never been difficult because you guide me to a world I’ve never known before — a world where my heart, once so hollow, now feels full, whole, and complete. Your love fills my lungs like the calmest air I’ve ever breathed, and I am endlessly grateful that it is you who perfects my flaws and fills my empty spaces.
Meeting you must be my sweetest daydream — one I never want to wake up from. Even in my waking moments, your love is the kind I would trade my life for. You came like a quiet miracle, slowly and without notice — which I never saw coming; the kind of love that feels like the universe finally got it right this time.
