To me, love was about multitudes.
To you, love was inordinate.
I love you, you would say.
How much? I would ask.
I didn't know the answer then, but words have found their way to me since. And this is what I would tell you.
Love is when you plant gentle kisses on my head,
love is when you ruffle my hair and I look up to see your smile,
love is your breath behind my ears,
love is snuggles and bed sheets under our feet,
love is tight bear hugs and crack backs,
love is warm hands and reassurances,
love is how this list goes on and on and on..
I would take your hand in mine and tell you; this is how much you love me and more.
