Simple Words

Soon I’ll find the right words, they’ll be very simple. – Jack Kerouac

I like you.  I know it.  You know it.  Everybody knows it.  If there ever was something that wasn’t a secret, me liking you is it.

You’re smart.  I like that you read, even if I don’t enough.  Reading is sexy because you accept that words are just as good as pictures.

I think you’re pretty.  Your dark hair and cute smile.  The way your eyes shine.  You have the most kissable lips I can think of.

You keep me interested.  I’ve never stopped wanting you from the moment I fell.  I can’t imagine myself ever stopping either.

You know how to shut me up, and you do it in the best possible way.

I’m inspired by you.  Every great thing I’ve ever written has been because of you, or about you.  You will forever be the muse for my love and heartache.

It always comes back to you.  No matter who else is there everything always comes back to you.

But in saying all of that, none of it really matters.  The words are just cotton fluff meant to fuzz the edges as if they were a dream.  There is only one thing that ends up mattering; do they make you smile?
You make me smile.  It’s as simple as that.  Why would it need to get any more complicated?  Find someone who makes you smile and hold onto them.  Don’t ever let go.  You are that someone for me and because of that I’ll endure anything.

 

When you look at me
you make me smile
simply because
you’re still here.