I think love is a feeling of really liking.
I love my family.
I love God.
I love the satisfaction of accomplishment.
I love that I can communicate.
I love my new school.
I love walking around town.
I love light in each thing. (“How so,” mom asked. Light is good.)
I love now each day. (“What do you mean?” The present)
I love influencing someone to reach dreams.
I love to sow seeds and watch them grow. (I am telling my story and the Soma letterboard is teaching others to talk.)
One day I will love hearing I am talking.
I love interesting topics like today’s news and spiritual things.
I love coming to need open-minded education. (It is learning to think for yourself.)
I love storing open teachers.
I love America.
I love most reaching-out people (People who try to understand me.)
I love kids who understand me.
I love opportunities to prove myself.
I love answers to my questions.
I love my tons of out-of-the-box thoughts.
I love reaching out to others.
I love going to public world to explain autism.
Love is right to accept.
Most of all, love is each day the only thing that matters.