like wishes, falling

I wish that I could write, so that I could tell you all the things I've figured out.
Like, that love isn't always so loud, so
insistent.
That it doesn't have to hurt to feel real.
But it's in the quiet way you kiss my forehead,
or whisper to me goodnight, pulling me closer in your dreams.
It's in the way you softly twist my hair,
stroke my hand,
laugh
contentedly at my weirdness.
It's how I fit inside your arms or on your lap.
Things aren't like how I once thought.
I don't have to ache to know I'm in love.
To know that I'm yours
and you are mine.
This love is ours.