Today I thought of you

Today my parents suggested I light a pink candle for love.
Then I thought of you;
of your smile,
of how your eyes roll when I tell a joke you refuse to acknowledge funny,
of how you try not to giggle when you actually find them funny,
and of how you make me laugh
oh so effortlessly.
Today my parents told me to follow my dreams.
Then I thought of you;
of how you speak,
of how your eyes light up when you talk about your hobbies,
of how excited you are to share your thoughts,
goals and dreams,
and of how you listen to me when I talk about mine
oh so eagerly.
Today my parents asked me if I have a type.
Then I thought of you;
of how you are... as you;
Of how we share the same views;
at time we disagree,
but we always agree to disagree --
that's kind of our way with things
I thought of how you live your life;
easy, free, yet exciting;
Of how I feel when I'm with you.
Of how you make me feel
happy, safe, and unashamed
to act as I am... as me,
oh so comfortably.
Today I told my parents about you.
Then they thought of me;
of us;
of how we will be;
Then I told them,
there's no "we."
I lit a pink candle for love,
But I wasn't sure why I thought of you.
I followed my dreams,
And I'm thankful you were there to give me courage.
I described my type,
and oddly you fit all of them.
But there's no "we."
Only me,
only you,
walking parallel to each other;
together, 
but not.