when i tell you about love i don’t necessarily mean forehead kisses and intertwined hands. love isn’t always tangled bodies and a billion sacrifices, because love doesn’t always have to be the prize beyond the trials. love is the beginning and the end and what’s there in the midst of the journey. so love is just “i love you.” as the words. spoken, read in between the lines, understood through silence in lieu of screams, signed, written, felt through touch or presence.
love is i love you. something i say to the skies and to every rose i’ve come across since 2013. something i slip in between the lines of these words—my messages for you; my whole heart, naked on a screen, the very crumbs of it yours to pocket and soothe what may be aching.
