What Is Love
To me love is like a warm kiss on a cold day
The colors of a sunset, in the rain during August
A cold breeze on the back of your neck
With the warm aftertouch of a loved one.
It wasn't his undenying charm or his way with words or how he made my cheeks turn red with embarrassment that won me over
it was how in any situation he made me feel like him and I were the only two left in the world
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