I just love Love in its purest form.
Two people hugging or kissing or simply being by each other.
When love is at its purest, most unadulterated form, you feel it.
Whether it’s two people right in front of you, or a picture of a couple, or you and me;
It cuts deep. You feel it when it’s real.
You feel it in your bones, so much so that they ache.
A good aching.
One that heals all the parts of you that were broken and bruised and crushed in that time where you thought you would never make it out of that pit, when you couldn’t get out of bed and cried every day.
Love heals the hurts you have.
Love is beautiful.
Even if it has nothing to do with you.