Love is the same song on repeat for an hour. It’s not knowing how to look for them everywhere you go and it’s biting your lips because it’s been too long since you last got to kiss them. Love is sleeping on their side of the bed when they aren’t there and it’s the smell of cookies on a Christmas morning. Love is running your fingers through their hair and telling your mom that you think you met the love of your life. Love is the drool on their chest, the scent of them beneath your fingertips and the constant aching, and aching, and aching. Love is the sound of their voice when they call out your name and the look they give you when it’s just you and them and no one else. Love is when the world around you pauses for a moment because the way they are laughing, in that second, is everything. Love is never wanting to wake up anywhere else if it isn’t beside them.
A.M// love is never wanting them to leave.