It was more than love.
It was warm sunshine on cold skin.
It was like soft raindrops on my tongue or like every romantic first rolled into one.
Like my first kiss, the first time I held hands, or my first slow dance.
It was more than love it was romance.
It was like a magnetic bond no amount of time could break.
I could feel you way deep in my soul and hoped the feeling would never go away, or never grow old.
It was like I could fly, to be lifted up by the wind and sail across the sky.
It was like laughter through tears, both comforting me and promising something new.
I understood you, and you understood me too.
It was more than love, it was friendship.
Like my favorite song playing over and over again, soothing me, energizing me, taking me to a place I remember only in my dreams.
Do you know what I mean?
It was more than love. It was pure joy, patient and wise.
Like a heartfelt smile meant just for me, it was spontaneous and real and free.
Do you know what I mean? It was more than love.
It was the truth. It was my soul’s recognition of it’s likeness in you.
It was more than love....