Late

I know, it's late, but the truth of the matter is, I can't sleep.

and I've got a lot on my mind. I'm currently listening to "I wanna know what love is" by Foreigner. Such a wonderful song. Honestly, that is what's on my mind. Love. My mind is now a blank canvas, in a way I guess. I have thoughts, but I can't put them into words, ya know?

So much goes into the definition of love, it's indescribable. Love to me, is putting someone else before you. Listening to that person. Always bettering yourself. Listening, and can't help but smile because you are so in love with them. Always thinking of them no matter what time it is. Holding them, letting them cry, and tell them that everything will be alright. Dancing slowly or goofily in the kitchen. etc.

Love isn't just kisses and cuddles, it's the little things, like letting you sleep extra minutes. Doing the dishes. Taking care of the crying child. Taking a walk. Though it would be nice if they wrote you a poem, whether it be good or bad. If they cooked a meal for you. Blah, Blah, Blah right? Right.

Well, that's all the sappy stuff you get.

Night

Mercedes