In a time frame of instant gratification, there is a mind state that love can be the perfect concoction just by adding water... why don't we take the time to get to know each other? For a second time that is because you were sky high when we met the first time... but that was a natural remedy to the fact that you were scared of me.
We'll go to your Facebook likes when we can't remember exactly what your face looks like..Instead of trying to imagine how the summer heat reflected off your cheeks when the sun kissed your face... or remember the look in your eyes when they met up with mine to have conversations for days at a time.
Instead of seeing how well your fingers type, I'd rather remember what they feel like when you hold my hand and it fits so perfectly with yours.
What some would consider chore, I consider luxury: like not knowing what your favorite books, movies and TV shows are before we meet.
Let's get lost in a TV series that we only intend of watching the first episode of... but because we can't get enough of each other, make a commitment to watch all one hundred and twenty episodes in order together.. whether we together or not.
And this poem will constantly be under construction because when it comes to love, there is no final say, no one gets the last word... But I will give what I have to the world because that's the effort love deserves.

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