I’m in love with the idea of falling in love:

the idea that one day you meet someone
your heart gets lit with a fire that won’t stop burning until a stranger of a human becomes your new home.

The feeling that your future sounds like footsteps echoing in tandem
your lover in your stride.

I love everything about love.

I love hearing about the love my friends feel.

I love watching strangers hold hands at sunset.

I love old, married couples that go to the same diner for breakfast every Sunday asking for the extra packet of sugar. They know how their lover takes their coffee:
light cream and extra sweet.

I love the idea of running through a rain storm holding your lover’s hand, laughing becoming the water that drenches every inch of you.

I’m a hopeless romantic ;
the world is too beautiful not to be.