It doesn’t take much to grow tired of someone. In only a month, jokes that had once made you shake with laughter now cause you to roll your eyes and shake your head. When he slips his hand into yours, you gently move it to brush your hair behind your ear as if to keep it busy, as if for an excuse.
It’s been a long time now and I can’t imagine ever getting tired of him. Every time I look into those blue eyes, it’s like falling in love for the first time all over again, all butterflies and nervous giggles, all sweaty palms and footprints on my heart.
Love demands to be felt and so I feel it every moment, right down to the pit of my stomach, I do.
