Love is more than…

It seems like all I write about is you. God, is it boring. I do not want to be this writer. I do not want to be this woman. There is so much more to life than the nights my longing cries hit a pillowcase. Love is more than you not loving me too. It is lemon pie and jazz and black coffee. It is pho with my sister in a quiet corner. Love is dancing until I sweat. It is overflowing bookshelves and flicking through magazine pages with feet swaying in the air. Love is more than you loving her instead of me.