Someday love will finally be enough

I'm no romantic. In fact, most days I don't even know what love is, or if I believe in it. I guess deep inside I don't because it's too easy. And I haven't really seen it work. But when I hear him laugh, its like the whole universe lights up. Because although we change and grow, our laughter stays the same. And here he is, fifteen years later, laughing just like he did when he was six, and I feel time evaporate and the world gain some purpose. I once wrote that there is no purpose in life, but some things matter enough to keep going. He matters enough for me to keep going. If only he was closer though... Maybe then my constant boredom of life would finally dissipate because I'd know what I was living for, I'd know that my days aren't empty, that there's a point to them, because I'm with him. Funny, I just said that I'm no romantic.