Last night Beau and I were laying in her bed together. We shared a pillow, gazing at each other, our foreheads practically touching. I brushed the hair back from her face with my fingers.
“It’s funny about LOVE,” she said, sleepily.
“What do you mean?” I asked, always intrigued by her mind’s inner workings.
“It’s just…it is such a small word for something SO BIG.
It feels like LOVE deserves a bigger word.”
That one little word is…everything.