Quiet Intimacy, I once called it.

A gentle kind of love.

A phone call where we can't stop laughing, made in pouring rain.

Whispering and sharing a book on a park bench.

Grocery store roses for no good reason other than

"I love you"

A Soul Connection, online introductions into forever friendship.

Love that beats like the bass at a concert.

Nights spent shuddering and smiling about stupid horror films.

Reading each other's work with enthusiasm and awe.

Grilled cheeses with pickles on the side, but I can tolerate it cause

"I love you"

Sometimes to get through my days,

I focus on the little things.

I focus on what means the most to me.

Rain, notebook paper, pixelated video games,

Grocery store roses and grilled cheeses.