FREED VERSE

an old journal entry i found that i thought was cute

All I know (which, coincidentally, is all I need to know) is that I love him and he loves me. I have no proof of this other than the feeling. Well, I have evidence. I have love letters and dates and gifts. But they pale in comparison. It is pointless to bring this evidence to the stand because it is circumstantial compared to the smoking gun of the way his lips felt on mine. The way they danced and breathed and lived with mine.