Love to me is no longer confessions of longing, 
or testimonies of attraction. 
Love to me is laughing together all shift, 
and you taking out my trash before I notice it’s full. 
I want to take care of you when you’re overwhelmed, 
and hangout with you after it’s time to go home.
You took time to think about what I said
and you, who’s never been sure about anything in your life, came back and said
despite all the confusion, you were always sure you could never love me.