I’m a little bi-furious.

the father (dolly parton), the son (sabrina carpenter), and the holy spirit (miss piggy)

i think love is stored in nighttime conversations and “did you eat yet” and books left outside your door and “i waited to watch this with you” and splitting something in half to share and “im proud of you” and folded towels and “you can pick” and heads on shoulders and “you’re right, that was shitty. im sorry” and knocks on doors and “DINNER!” and stupid jokes and “hey i got this for you” and coffee made just right and… there are so many ways people say i love you silently every day over and over again if you only listen

You just keep brewing more potions and let the lingering effects of the previous potions add up over time like a lingering stew.