One year

"love is when...
your soul finds its counterpoint. where if anything bad happens to their missing piece, their world just comes crashing down. because they know they've lost all that they'd ever hope for. it's when you see them, whatever the surrounding is becomes a blur. and nothing else matters but seeing them happy. it's when you get those annoying butterflies when you hear their voice, even though you've been listening to it all day long. when you give them your all, and still try for 110%. when they're all you think about, and you hold on to every cute thing they say. it's when you look at them and you realize how you fell in love in the first place. you admire every little thing about them. from the sparkle in their eyes, to way they make you laugh. the sun reflects of their features, you forget about anything you argued about before. because all imperfections are just perfect to you. it's when they could live across the country, or right down the street and your feelings about one another never change. because the distance is all in your head, numbers don't mean a thing. because their love is worth every inch. you rest your head on their shoulder, just wishing it could last forever. it's when their kisses are just as magical as the last. and when the cliche term of "i love you" never gets old, because deep down you know they mean it more than anything."

God, I remember writing that a year ago.
And re-reading it now makes me ask "what if" about everything. What if I listened more; picked up the hints, what if I was more patient, what if I gave 120% instead of just 110%?

I just want the snow. I want it to freeze off all the loose ends that are trying to tie themselves back together.
I felt closure, but you're trying to make me come undone all over again.

Hmph. As in ugh, or agh.
I know what I want, and I won't screw things up.