I am a blue jeans blue eyes kind of girl.

You are a brown leather jacket brown eyes kind of boy.

We both love falling into the depths of books.

You can’t get enough of everything from history to the wardrobe leading to Narnia, but romance has never really been your thing.

I can’t get enough of the spark between holding hands and eye contact for just a little too long in all the romantic stories.

But you tell me, you might be able to read it for me.

I tell you, I can try and branch out in what I read for you.

We seem to go together so easily.

You didn’t flinch, when I showed you my scars. I didn’t shut my eyes, when you showed me yours.

If I could count all the ways I love you

I would try to write it all in my poetry.

If you could count all the ways you love me

you would try to play it in all your songs.

But the very thing is there is no need to count it, because

I just love you. And. You just love me.

Thats enough for the both of us.