lesson no.1

When I think I love someone, I forget what they look like when I'm not with them.

I forget what they smell like, but every scent will remind me of them.

The sound of their voice, the way they carry themselves when they walk, their little considerate actions; these things will all be seen through strangers passing by.  These things will remind me of them.

The things they say will always make me laugh; the things they do will make me wonder.

And when those things start to become too familiar, I'll try my best to forget.

This only feels like love.