I love you.

Like how I love my coffee in the morning.

Like how I love the smell of my new books.

Like how I love the smell of the sea breeze.

Like how I love taking long baths at night.

Like how I love the sounds of the rain.

Like how I love fries when I’m awfully craving.

Like how I love my burger with no ketchup.

Like how I love to sing on the top of my lungs when my jam comes on.


I love you.

Like how I love my pancakes with maple syrup on top.

Like how I love to write when I’m flooded with thoughts and emotions.

Like how I love to be hugged when I feel cold.

Like how I love my hand to be held when I feel sad.


I love you.

Like the little things that I love.

I find joy on the simple things in life.

You are definitely the equivalent of my cheerful laughs and smiles.

That’s why I like that I love you.

And now that you’re gone,
it will take a little less than a lifetime, for me to love someone else like that.