The best part.

He says that he loves me
and I've even said those words back.
Even though neither of us knows
what love is.
But I think I'm getting the hang of it.

Love is understanding,
even when it's hard.
Smiling at the bad days,
and a hug at that lowest point.

Love is saying
what no one else will.
Love is not giving up on a dream,
instead it is ordering two tickets instead of one.

Love is being a half a world away,
and yet still feeling them
beside you.

The greatest thing about love though,
is that you never get tired of
falling in love with them.

So there's this boy,
and we're both young,
and have the entire world
   in front of us.

And we have love.
                         Always love.


Which is the best part.