Love

Love is worrying bout you and me getting drunk and doing silly things, mixing vodka with breezer and jolly shandy, about how many stars there are on the universe, how white and beautiful the moon is, how many kids we both will have, how little money you'll spend on food but how much you'll spend on good food, how many packets of junk food there will be in our home, how we'll travel around the world in 101 days + forever, the leftover food in the refrigerator, your hands and the things you can make with them, the kisses you blow, your soft tangy lips, little children, silence, sugar spice and everything nice, mister donut from japan, the number of clothes in your closet, photosynthesis, growth and development, trees and flowers, sleepless nights, overdosing in painkillers, half-complete cigarette, the dampness in your hair, watching the people around you, solving mathematical problems, giving a goodnight kiss,

No. Love is
you, I, and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about.

I love you. :-) I love you sending me home, love meeting you for sumo, love crapping and doing silly stuffs together.