I love...

Senses. Smells. Sights. Sounds. Tastes. Feelings.

I love the smell of lemon cleaning solution in the morning, because Mom says she has to clean the house before people come over, or just because she wants to clean. She does that sometimes. Or when she's nervous...she always cleans. I don't like when she's nervous, but I just like the familiar smell.
I love the smell of my grandma's house. Like a home..somewhere that's been lived in for a long time, and yet I could never be afraid there.
I love the smell of the sleeves of my favorite jacket. They smell like home. Sometimes at school, when I'm upset, I'll sit at my desk and bury my head in my jacket. It sounds stupid, but sometimes it actually makes me feel better.
I love the smell of a brand new book. The pages are always crisp, and new and make me hardly able to wait to begin to tear into the pages.
I love the smell of a bonfire in the fall...musky and dark and..somehow happy.
I love the smell of my worn-out baby blanket after my mom's left the windows open for a while. It always smells like..home? I dunno.

I love the sight of the sky on a cloudy day. Especially when the clouds are so big and puffy that it makes me wanna lay my head on one and fall asleep.
I love the sight of freshly cut, green grass. Bright, and perfect. Every little blade of grass exactly the same, and different in a way. Manicured perfectly.
I love the sight of a smile. A real smile. Not one of those smiles that behind it is worries, and hurt, and sometimes a broken heart.
I love the sight of my family in the mornings. We're all completely a mess. Hair twisted and tangled and eyes crusty and half closed from sleep. And yet, we always have something to laugh about in the morning. We always have something to joke around about. Something that always brings a smile to my face.
I love the sight of christmas lights. So many memories come with it. The twinkling white lights that we sat under while tearing open gift after gift on christmas morning year after year.

I love the sound of a page flipping. It somehow reminds me of a new start. Fresh.
I love the sound of the wind. Soft, easy, in a way...reassuring.
I love the sound of laughter. When my dad tackles me to the ground and I can barely breath I'm laughing so hard. Or when my whole family ends up in a dog pile of a little war, and we're all just laughing. Or when I go to the football game with my friends, and we can't stop laughing over something completely ridiculous. Even sometimes the laughter that's fake. The laughter that rings in my ears of someone else behind me. That makes me smile, even though it shouldn't. All kinds of laughter.
I love the sound of a crisp leaf, crunching under my foot in the fall.
The sound of the words 'I love you.' are my favorite. Even if they are a lie. Even if they break me.

I love the taste of my grandma's home made chocolate chip cookies. They're way too flat, and too cheewy, but they're my absolute favorite.
I love the taste of chicken noodle soup on a freezing cold day. The way the hot soup makes my mouth go numb and my fingers sigh in relief as my hands wrap around the steaming hot bowl.
I love the taste of a perfect kiss. Something I will absolutely, never, ever, in all of forever, EVER forget. Probably the most missed, and most memorable memory I have.

I love the feeling standing outside when the wind is blowing, and letting the wind run its fingers through my long brown hair, and staring up at the blue sky without a care in the world, the chilly wind nipping at my rosy cheeks.
I love the feeling of a real hug. Clinging onto someone and not having to let go. Just hugging someone and knowing it was okay. and burying my head in their shoulder and crying, and having them hold me and tell me it'd be alright. That I'd be okay.
I love the feeling of my heart shooting straight up in my chest, and everything in my body...singing. Singing with this wonderful, perfect feeling of happiness.
I love the feeling of looking at someone and not wanting to look away. and holding onto them, feeling that their heartbeat isn't normal. And you know they can feel yours isn't either.
I love the feeling of being in love.

Even if one day the other doesn't feel the same.
Even if these senses don't always last forever.
Even if someday, you might just lose them.

I still love them all the same. With all my heart.
They aren't things I've trained myself to love.
It just happens.
It's not controllable.
I just knew the first time I experienced them...
That I loved them.

I love them.

-Kiera