Loving Him

Love is a decision.
An act of will.
Nothing short of consciousness and awareness.
It’s an investment of time, money, emotions.
Of smiles and tears.
It’s an offering of hugs and kisses.
Sweet nothings and “I love yous.”

It’s when he holds my hand.
Kisses me.
Holds me close like no one else matters.

It’s the way his soap smells.
The way his hair curls when the day is hot.

It’s how texts me “I love you”
in the middle of night
and I only get to read it in the morning.
It’s how he makes me smile
when he sings.

It’s the way I feel safe whenever he’s around.
How I always want to be with him.
In body and spirit.
In dreams and in thought.

Love is what I feel for him.
Though he doesn’t know just how much.
Or how deep.
Or how true.

Love is wanting to be with him
for as long as I’ve got.