What is love?

the cracks in concrete someone never fails to notice But they still step over them anyway

The puddle of rain someone ran through just to be on time and didn’t even care about their shoes–

I don’t want to write about him. I don’t want to write about every time he made me laugh Or smile

But every.single.time. I still do.

Everything ignites all over again

One sentence leads into the next. And here we are. Here I am.

It never takes much. One joke. And I ask myself everyday. Why the hell am I so attached to you? But I guess that’s what love is.

Being terrified of losing them. Was it worth it? Taking the risk everyday. But you stay anyway. You always stay. Even on the hard days.

By Kammi Wofford