What is love?

Love – can look like making breakfast. It’s a listening ear to a breaking heart or a silent hug. It’s the smile across the room. Fingers intertwined and laughter that fills the whole room. It’s a fresh cup of coffee made just the way you like it. It’s remembering when no one else did. The passionate kiss that made your knees weak. Melting into an eternity and each other. Explaining what you intended to say again, trying again. Allowing yourself to feel and be felt. Sitting shoulder to shoulder, fingers locked like a zipper of prayer, silent. Vulnerable allowing myself to be seen and seeing. Tears, no words. You. Me. Soul bare and heart open. LoveImage


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