When you’re in love

When you’re in love,

Your favourite song reminds you of him

Your favourite colour, food, scent, moment

When you’re in love,

You see his name on every page of your favourite book

You hear his name around every corner

When you’re in love,

Everybody looks like him,

Walks like him, talks like him, smells like him

When you’re in love,

You see little parts of him everywhere, every time, in everything

He’s a part of your thoughts, like your lungs need oxygen.

When you’re in love

You smile for no reason.

You laugh when nothing’s even funny

When you’re in love

Whether you’re sad or happy or one of the many in betweens,

The first person you want to tell is him

When you’re in love,

You don’t need fantasies, fairy tales and the Notebook.

You already have your own

When you’re in love

You don’t need dreams

Because your reality surpasses your imagination

When you’re in love

You don’t have to ask

You just know.

When you’re in love

It’s forever.

 
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