Saturday, November 28, 2009

"I never knew a home, until I found your hands. When I'm weathered, you come to me... you're my best friend."

love. it's such a heavy word. it's such a heavy feeling. but when you get a taste, glimpse, spark of it, you realize why, and wouldn't trade it for the world.

two people. being themselves. caring more about the other than their own self. finding the little quirks and things about their significant other that they are magnetically attracted to. simple, little things in life.

looking. listening. loving. living.

i love him.