we walked by a bunch of stores,
and some of them had shinies in the window.
so we stopped and giggled at the stuff,
practically skipping down the pavement.
I know how in love I am,
but it was moments like this that cemented the thought.
and oh,
how he looks at me.
I almost feel like I should melt.
but if I did,
I would never be able to kiss him again,
and that would be devastating.
and I feel so terrible for people who do not have a love like this. because if you did, you would never let it alone.
but you would want to die and die and die again without it
