There is a difference between loving a thing
and being envious of it,
to such an extent
that is is mistaken for love,
so greatly that
a want to be like the thing
becomes a passion
becomes a lust
becomes an obsession with the thing itself
while waiting patiently, is the decision
everything you hold dear.
I love how much I love them.
I love how much our love is thrown around.
I love the way we'll say we mean it.