It's like 

the cool snap of a winter breeze with the sky so pink you can't make out grey clouds

It's like

the warmth of a fresh popped with brownies overflowing from the innards

It's like

the milisecond before you caress something soft the anticipation

It's like

the dribble of the faucet after a wet bathbomb has hit the water's skin

It's like 

the words that we speak when we know the other's sad

It's like 

the consideration I ruminate in while I clean our shared spaces

It's like

the adoration I feel when we talk about our days 

It's like 

the 

It's like... the

It's

love​