I want a big love
I’m talking monarch migration-level butterflies forever
I want our meeting to feel like coming home
Like our hearts take a collective sigh of relief that says “there you are”
I want to fall in like fast but we take our time falling in love
It’s not grand gestures, it’s a collection of little beautiful moment
Like answering the phone “I’ve been looking forward to talking to you all day”
I want that look, you know the one
The one that makes people jokingly roll their eyes even though you know they’re secretly so happy for you
I want settling down to feel like the grandest adventure
The kind where we grow old together and are able to pin just what winkles we gave each other from the crinkles in our eyes to the corners of our mouths
Maybe I’m idealistic or a hopeless romantic
If that’s true then count me amongst the dreamers, artists, and poets
Because if wanting a big love is a high bar then I’m an Olympic pole vaulter