I found true love not in a man, but in a state.

In the way that the snow stays, even once the cold season has passed.

In the way that strangers share a smile, or even just a passing glance.

I found true love not in the perfect date, but in the snow-capped mountains.

In the sound of the wind, shrieking against my window on even the sunniest of days.

In the sound of the crunchy leaves, wilted beneath my shoes on a hike at Chautauqua.

I found true love not in a single person, but in the people.

In the way that my friends laugh, even when the joke isn’t that funny.

In the way that they share, even when they have nothing left to offer.

I found true love in the memories, but not only the good ones.

In the way that I cry, when thinking of the bad times.

In the way that I smile, when thinking of the joyful times.

I found true love not in the aesthetics, but in the feelings.

In the way that I made connections, even when they were fleeting.

In the way that I found passion, even when it didn’t last.

I found true love in Colorado.

In the way that it became home, even when home was thousands of miles away.

In the way that it became my present and my future, even when the future wasn’t clear.

I found true love in Colorado.