I found it in your laugh during our stolen phonecalls after school. I found it in your sleepy voice while managing to say you love me, too. I found it on everything I know about you and on everything I don't.
I found it on our always. I found it on our weird language that only us can understand. I found it on your movements, habbits, and slangs.
I found it on every blank page where I wrote our "thank yous", kept our tales, and spilled our colors. I found it on your deep and golden eyes. I found it on your white shirt that you wear every once in a while.
I found it on your lips that whispers my name like a prayer. I found it on the spaces between our fingers, on the calm of your hugs, and on the rage of your kisses. I found it on how you pull me close even if we're hundred miles apart.
The love that I've been waiting in the form of stars and grand encounters, is the same love that fell into my arms in the form of peace—in the form of you.
I found it on every single detail that is made up of you.
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