love. that thing you do so well.
the part that knows when my brain is full.
the part that knows exactly what i’m thinking before i trip over the brain functioning.
the part that can tell when something’s bugging me, even when i deny it.
the part that wants the best for me, and believes in me on the days when i just don’t want to.
the part that finishes my sentences before i begin them, and understands when i run out of words.
the part that does not care that i think i look terrible, to you, i look beautiful.
love. that thing you do so well.
love. the most precious one you give to me.
