I'm always wanting him to be the kid that I adore. The way he is when it's so incredibly easy to love him. The way it is when we can laugh at everything and I feel like every other second it's necessary to remind him how much I care for him and miss him. The way that makes it all so easy.
But I guess that's not love right?
Because I guess love is accepting the little things that don't always make it perfect, and focusing on the bigger things. Like how he just makes me feel so in place when I'm with him.
I guess it's just something for me to work on;
and for you, I'm willing.
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