love.

what does it mean to be loved? to love? to be in love?

does it mean offering a lifelong stream of endless care and support?

is it passionate embraces or stolen touches?

is it the warm, comforting feeling of home?

does it mean getting into a petty argument and realizing you could never stay angry?

l-o-v-e. love. i’ve said it in my head enough times for it to sound like some strange nonsensical sound rather than a real word.

can you ever stop loving? can you fall out of love?

how much love does the world need to heal from its wounds?