My Love for You is Small (I Love You More)
It’s in the smallest moments that I find love.
Like when we’re doing our homework sprawled out on my bed and you get a problem right after struggling over it a while. You do this little fist pump and I can’t help but look up from my own work and laugh. You are the biggest distraction because I can’t stop myself from watching you.
Or the times that you’re laying next to me in bed and your breathing gets ragged and I reach down and lace our fingers together, and your breath calms. When I feel like my touch heals your aches and pains, and I am your saving grace.
It’s the moments when I catch you watching me from across the room and you respond to my questions with only a smile. It’s when you kick your feet like a child when you’re happy about something and evading my questions of your stares with smiles and kisses.
The moments that I find myself falling so hard and so fast that I try to catch myself and back peddle away from you but there’s nothing left to grip on to because the only things my hand can hold now is your heart.
I find my love for you in the small gestures. Opening my door and telling me you’ll never let me pay for dinner. Taking care of me and renewing my faith in humanity. And yes, I get worried. There’s this deep dark past that you keep to yourself. I don’t fear it hurting me, but it consuming you to the extent that I can’t reach you any longer.
It’s in the times in the night, when you wrap your arms around me and you don’t feel ashamed to cry that I love you more than ever.