Maybe Love Is The Little Things

Someone once told me that love isn’t just a feeling or a faculty 

It’s a choice

And what I’m saying is

I think I love you

Not in that scary way that feels all encompassing

Not the way that makes men run and women cry

Not in a tunnel vision way

Or even a Disney sort of way

Not the way they told you love is

I don’t always think about you before I go to sleep

I don’t always think about you when I wake up

Not in that type of way

I love you in a way that makes me sad when you’re sad

And happy when you’re happy

In a way that makes me never want to fight with you

In a way that feels safe enough to say whatever comes to mind 

In a way that’s nonjudgmental 

In a way that makes me want to keep that stupid poster on the wall because I know how much you like it

In a carefree way that’s also still somehow full of care 

In a way that actually makes me willing to share my food

In a way that makes me sometimes want to jump on you

Even though physical touch is my lowest love language 

In a way that feels comfortable talking with you endlessly about anything

Always remembering one more thing I wish I’d mentioned before you had to leave

In a way that hates when you have to leave

In a way that makes me realize

Maybe love really is the little things 

It’s not what you dream about

It’s not a tidal wave or a tsunami

Maybe love is a current

And just as the sea must ebb and flow, it will always meet the sand

So surely, I must love you 

In a way