a little less than three.

little hearts line the pages.
annotations stuck in tiny spaces.
together our hands fit like a glove.
I think I might just be in love.

daydreams pushing work aside.
smiles at every sweet 'goodnight'.
rainy days have come and gone
and happiness goes on for long.

notebooks filled with lame love poems
(and cheesy lines by she who wrote them).
feeling your beat against my ear.
protecting me from all my fears.

cursing this distance in between.
seeing you even in my dreams.
when I'm with you, I'm up and above.
oh, I know that this is love.