06.08.07
Love is…
Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time.
It’s truth.
Love is knowing what time it is and not caring.
It’s joy.
Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace.
It’s ecstasy.
Love is seeing the new side of a person you thought you knew.
It’s renewal.
Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let him or her sleep, and being told that he or she would rather be woken.
It’s tenderness.
Love is waking up to find the subject of your dream you were having asleep on your shoulder.
It’s where fantasy meets reality.
Love is being there to wake your lover. Slowly.
It’s sensuousness.
Love is belatedly knowing why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago.
It’s practicality.
Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed.
It’s closeness.
Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person.
It’s trust.
Love is saying goodbye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent.
It’s faith.
Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word "sore".
It’s a lesson in human frailty.
Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a pretzel.
It’s adaptation.
Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering whom you were with the night before.
It’s reflection.
Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover.
It’s loneliness.
Love - stories that will never be told.
It’s personal.
