My kinda love

How do you know when you love someone?

I'm not talking about being comfortable around them
Or enjoying their presence.
I'm talking love love.

Like how my brother stays up with me
At 11 PM watching Invincible (our 4th time perhaps?)
And we still laugh at the same jokes.

Earlier tonight I went out to watch some kids' movie
With my best friend (10 years this year!)
And the movie was okay.

But the best part was convincing her to come up the fire escape
Of the shady parking lot next door
And dragging her all the way to the roof

And we hung our legs over the edge
And our lips were numb
And our hands were number

But I still felt warm
Her laugh like heaven
Her smile like sunshine.

And no matter what I say
I feel I could say more.
In cloudy skies

My heart still rains through these moments
And although my dad's too quiet
And my mom gets mad too easily

And my brother got his temper from my mom
Only ten times worse
And my best friend's on her phone WAY too much.

That's why I love love them.
Because I tolerate them.
And I might love them more for it.