The idea of love is restrictive.

Can I not also fall in love with my friend’s laugh?

Can I not long for conversations with my brother?

Can I not wish to see my favorite people daily?

When I think of love I think of intimacy

Moments shared through vulnerability.

Like the time we sang in the car , no matter how bad we were

Or how we danced despite our movements being so carefree and jagged

I shared these moments that I love with my friends, family, and all those in between

I feel so incredibly lonely thinking I’ll only share these moments with one person

I felt alone when I did.

Oh … to be in love is wonderful

A level of intimacy only her and I may reach

a love unmatched to the others yes

Yet

How sad I think it is , if the only person she had to love her

was me.