Nothing ever measures up to you being a part of my life…

you show me you love me in small little things that you do 

A lot of times you don’t even realise but they mean a lot too

when you hold me close the moment we get a second alone

the way you let me walk in front of you rather than make me follow

The way you kiss me on my forehead

the way you hug me for long

the way your hands held me when I broke down

The way you get irritated when life doesn’t work out for me

The way you yell at me when I act like an ass

The way you never forget small little things

the way you remember the snippets of our past

the way you feed me from your plate

the way you fight for a piece of steak

the way you let me leave my hair down

the way you trust me when you are not around

the way you call me instinctively when I am missing you the most

the way you complete my dreams in this real world

the way you are my better half, standing by me in the darkest of times

the way you wear your sexy white shirt

the way you wait for me to roll eyes at a mention of a new girl

the way you care about all and yet pretend to be a free-spirited star

its when I decide to write about you, the memories flash by…

and then I sit there watching the dandelions of memories drift through the air, disappearing in the wild moor before I catch any of them.

yet my love I have a few, tucked away in my soul for me to go back to…

when you decide to let it all go.